Tuesday, December 20, 2022

The Low

hide away inside the shell
when true self is dullest hell
you cannot bear to show
you know rejection very well
the boogey man is being slow
vulnerable like a bleeding wound
with teeth and tongue consumed
beneath the bed you burrow in
senses pleasures all detuned
until you feel you can begin again

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