End-orphin’s

9th Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling

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The pack awaits,
Hungry.
Blood dripping from jaws-
The last meal.

Howling, calling, wanting, craving.
The flesh, the pain, the insecurity.



I am the pack.
The wolves,
The lions,
The tigers,
The coyotes,
The martyr.

Disconnection.
Tearing my own inside out - to try and find happiness.



This isn’t over.