am i another wastrel in a land of forgotten pleas

the edge of the knife
carefully peels
the detritus
clinging firmly
to this acrimony
leaving a spiral
indentation
tracing every lost
ventricle of hope.

in this hollow
hedgemaze of
emotional hostaging
all that is left
are discarded rinds
bated breaths
and the still warm
misconceptions
leading away from home.

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