Breaking Misery (Inspired by wild horses)

I have developed a penchant for
breeding a lasso tongue.
No more ducking when the
Daggers come spitting,

Or apologies to remedy the
wounds delivered from my lips
like a scalpel seeking the cancer of
your errors.

I dwell in the unseen moments.
Counting demons from my pillow.
Those living muses who have met me
where I have fallen.

My true grace resides in the fishing of tears,
I have accrued within this flesh.
I have licked the wild horse of despair,
named misery.

And have come to the
grand conclusion that
I am breathing in a
brand new me.