Not Today

November 24, 2012

Self-disgust is the
Desperate man’s resurrection.
Compulsively purging the mind of
Its blood clots
Abandonment drips
Like the stuff on my hands
And compulsively
I fear that
I’ll become an archetype.
Milking the sorrow to make it poetic.
Don’t want to see you
I don’t care for subtlety, not today.

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