preferred privacies
to maintain
remaining sanity.

but this behavior
is divisive.

mind and feelings separate
like rocks in a quake.
body taking a hit,
hunger shakes,
cold like a winter lake.


coiled in guts
oiled in fear
like a snake
rearing its head in a field,
and dripping with
ready to sink fangs
into my innocence


and with a limitless tongue
forked like a wishbone
whittled and sharp
like a fishbone
stuck in your throat,
coated in malice,
swallowed and washed
with a chalice of soap...


... a misguided attempt
at a cleansing
of the self-applied.



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