Written by m ennenbach

(un)titled thought XLIII

the gluttonous pig
of
self doubt
feeds heartily
from
the trough
of
insecurity
today

one day
the knife
slides
across the stubbily chin
and
spills hot crimson etchings
of
devotion
on the stones
of the courtyard

a torrent
of
devoured dreams
washing away
the aches
and
pains
of
everyday soliloquies

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