Fell head deep into the monstrous hole filled with cheap licks and thrills
Forgive me father for I have laid in the bed I have made
it has two broken boards and pillows stuffed with hay
but lets me languor to prepare for the following days
anxiety created itches and twitches’
a coward hidden under wolf skin
a fraudulent of a cosmic speculation
an allegory of a natural phenomenon
I’m nothing
not the dirt under long nails
or the loose strands of hair
not the tears in a handkerchief
or a crack in ceramic
there is pitty
there is spite
fear of loosing teeth
fear of loosing myself
I never found a place
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