pounding slashing needling in
invading every intimate nodule surrounding my brain
not the deep insides though
so i can put on the appearance of a functioning human being
just the outsides
in that safe space between scalp and skull
that's where it's hiding
incessantly distracting
squeezing my eyeballs from behind
so that pushing them in brings painful, tearful relief
while the aggressor slips and slides away,
round to the sides that human hands aren't made to hold
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the sun shines brightly cutting through the haze into tight corners of the post-atomic daze the concrete alley floor, with its broken flow...
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for fourteen years i wished my father dead at the age of eighteen i buried him it would take another six years to be rid of his physica...
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