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the spirit and I parted

like a lightning bolt

leaving a cloud–

I screamed

bloody thunder

while my

insides

split open

(or maybe

that pain was just the mud poisoning),

and the forest floor

where I fell

smoked and shuddered

while my insides

swooned vacant

without a spirit knocking about the worlds in there.

Then for a couple days

in the haze of sickness

and sloppy runes to keep it at bay

I almost convinced myself I’d claimed my wishes:

heart

poofed

to boulders,

incapable

of controlling me–

as if I could forget 

I’d just

expelled the spirit

because that hadn’t worked.

As if I could still try to lie.

Could cling

to a belief

the conflict

with me

was over

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