Surgical Suffering – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

my serpentine self,
twisting around my spin,
I am held in a moment,
tightly wound like a spring about to snap,
wickedly winding around and around,
one as one,
defiance not found,
my stomach,
my soul,
pushed down,
not sound,
peace not found…

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