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And

And the cracks get thicker day by day
The lines trace a pattern
Of familiar decay
Widening to chip the edges away
The words leak through like oil
Slipping down the walls
Fuck knows what they're spelling
I can't translate their
Pointless ramblings
Red, like paint, too thick for
Blood
Or water
Cracked open like a snail's shell
There aren't secrets inside
Only chaos and
That one person trapped in the wall, fingernail marks tracked the days
Back then
Until
The seams split open
Threads and nets too thin to cut
Don't realise you've been hurt till the skin slips off
That's the miracle of the edge
Invisible
Till the light hits like a flash of wisdom
A flicker from a god
Then it's gone, and all that we're left with is
The shadow print
And the words
We keep
In the
Wall