primum non nocere

please let

the devil in

his horns

have already

punctured

what’s left of

your lungs

do no harm

fractured faith

suffocate the

scapular in

your hands

and whisper

bled words not

even god can

ever begin to

understand

as he knocks at

your door, a

steady rhythm

pounding like

the cascade

of panic in

your heartbeat,

screaming

and imploring

let me in

let me in

let me in

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