The sinking feeling
Not knowing the origin
Or… why I commit such
Heartless acts
(From time to time)
Justifying it yet
Understanding it as I do / Alone

Words spill over and I’m quick
to mask the accident, wipe
the drool and dribble of cruelty
Ebbing warm and rusty iron
The color of the fat lip I should’ve had
(my teeth tear the flesh)


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