I Wonder

Who knows?

You buried yourself underneath

Deep deep deep,

The last brown mist of dirt smarting your nose.




Who taught you?

To scratch and pick, axe at the demons

Folded into the contours of your skin.

To bleed.

Is that blood?

You’ve convinced yourself

It’s the expelling of other people’s


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