i am feeling
my paper mache
skeleton of
hollow words
caving in
upon itself
a red hot knife
stabbing my guts
a vertiginous
aching in my
deformed skull
my ugliness
shadows pooling
ever thicker
in a lightless room
of abject miseries
where any
sudden movement
could shatter
my indecency

a human pinata
emotional fragility
filled with
agitated hornets
in a heartsick malaise
trying desperately
not to break
the silence
with a storm of
incessant needs
to be broken open
and spill these sorrows
in watercolor lamentations
of universal dismissals


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