fiberglass cremation

my head is stuffed
with fiberglass
and my thoughts are
scatteted on the
warm breeze like
cremation ashes
today is a day for
inner monologues
where the ugliness
is self contained
rather than streamed
like fresh piss upon
an unwitting world

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