by Jeph Johnson


I break and enter my own living room
reducing my soul to rubble
knocking over the things I can't improve
and getting into more trouble
I tear out from the inside
the things I hold so dear to me
messy thoughts of suicide
blur what was so clear to me
I rob the rest of what remains
left stashed in my hiding place
gut my truth and no one complains
when I ransack things I can't replace

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