Loves
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nameless III
the more of me i see, the less of me i want to be. i feel empty and dreaded and dead inside;
i’m a horn atop a pig’s head;
i still remember dogwood, sitting under my porch;
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face
my face is a cage
and the doves inside are suffocating
in a pile of their own shit
my arms are broken wings
and their featherless forms are useless
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I am a child
I am a child
and yet I am always seething with rage
I am a child
And yet I look at what I'm eating and wonder if I'm slowly poisoning myself
I am a child
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Them and me
I feel like this sometimes as if I am all alone but surrounded by moving bodies filled with heat fake smiles on plastic faces