dog-eared pages
and silent rages.
there is nothing i can do
well enough so i please you.
silver screen speaks back to me,
severed words of “why not he.”
no drops shed,
none on my cheeks.
was i led
into a creek?
submerged lungs,
can’t catch a breath.
how’d i get into this mess?
did i choose or chosen for,
such a life that i abhor?
useless words fill up my skull,
create a false, an empty null.
full of mirth,
a life well led.
or would i rather end up dead?
“no no no” i scream right back,
“attack attack attack attack.“
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