Chains

They kiss the wall.

Wound around ankles.

Ate into wrist after wrist.

Punctured any fall.

Cut still rankles.

Names pulled from a list.

Survive, one or all.

Metal snakes tangles.

Silver finds itself in a twist.

Sound a familiar call.

Forever adjusting angles.

They must coexist.

Hung by the chains.

Covered in blood.

Permanent stains.

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