Toxic masculinity
Give me this:
your prison sentence
is a right of passage.
Hollow sleep
and poetry.
She begs to be seen
while his bones ache and they
watch from the flames,
alight in a grave of "men don't cry."
The power is gone.
You are bleeding out
while the mud dries.
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