from a work in progress: “process, not a journey” (58)
the day to day distorts
easier than cataclysm
they bend like fun house
mirrors a reflection
of a persistent truth
rather than shattered
into shards to slice
the skin into tatters
the blood seeps beneath
a blasted bit of bone
one seduces
like a lullaby
one
a merciful kill
(April 29, 2020)
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