I dissemble my parts
rendering what integrity
remains into lies
to feed the beast’s
hard laughter.
I listen, eyes wide,
a ventriloquist’s puppet
trying to speak
from someone other
than myself.
I am a mockery
slurred through bruised lips.
The loose patchwork
does little to disguise
the hand at my heart
fingering each blood drop
until it relents
any semblance of truth.
(November 22, 2014)
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