Thrice Lost – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

pollution of the lower bowels,

I cut the flesh to tear it out,

a feeling of loss,

a moment of terror,

significant bleeding,

pain like no other,

quietly skipping,

silently scorn,

breaking the image,

burning the foliage,

a mistake,

an error,


times are nice,


a picture taken earlier,

no image,

no me…

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