Don’t Fly Within the Stream of My Mind – Unhinged Poem

A wickedness ten miles long, a thrusting fish, a tight wet thong,  a longing for something, a right thing so wrong, the nothing of my memory, the sabotaging of a condom, the badgering, the blackmailing, the child in the middle of the mine field, the smoking gun, the bloody knife, the candle stick, the rope and the fucking pipe, the reasons are many, the rooms lost in place, the versions we tell are all incomplete, for the mirror is empty, the eyes are blind, the whispers are many, my hell is where I sleep…

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