owls or
i can’t tell
but i feel
eyes on me
even in
the darkness

i don’t
rightly know
what they
expect to see

a manic asshole
self destructing
his way through
the absurdity
of existence
in a public display
of emotional nudity

the spiders
skitter across
my brain
feeding on my
madness growing
fatter as the owl
twists its head
until i grow dizzy
silent wings
talons tearing
across my scalp
seeking the plump
morsels hiding

they stare
unaware i have
no idea
what they
are staring at
a scrumptious
feast for the
blowflies squirming
in the rotted
soul of creation

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