Shame

It’s difficult to look myself directly in the eyes — for fear of what I’ll see in them. Fear? Or his brother, shame. Yes, I’ll see him sitting in there, one leg dangling out of each socket. “Look at what an anxious fool you let yourself become!” he says, patiently, all-knowingly. I walk around withContinue reading “Shame”

Rain

It’s awfully scary to be locked up in some dark skin, feel the twirling of your insides — in and out this nervous energy is moving me — finding a way out is so easy so easy to do I’ve heard it before but I still feel it trickling, tinkling, tinkering with my mind andContinue reading “Rain”

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