not even the mercy
of hitting rock bottom,
eating alice cookies.
feeding an addiction
to anticipation,
and when the punch comes
i take it like a blast in the ahhhhm.
stumbling is the cripple’s way,
and as i take out the sand paper
to remind myself, sylvia and the moon
watch on with their o-gape of complete despair.
unseen danger don't scare me.
courting death and the rapist
on a nightly basis,
as i smear my scent, like a cat
around my unlocked doors and windows.
falling like bleeding
falling like bleeding
falling like bleeding.
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