a bullshit poem about another poem

sitting in a lull

the dawn ages away, when

suddenly eyes

are upon me.

my terror, instinctive;

my urge to fight back,

just as much so

and quickly taking

over.

escaped though, and

i am left

adrenaline coursing

an added ingredient to

a heady mix already

coursing.

secondary shut down,

and the gates close-

future release denied

suspension of

grief receptacle,

dislodged.

flashback and

the inevitable realization.

mind over matter, every time,

here, take this.

its shape,

shitty and shifting.

make it right;

use that rush.

and the environment?

succumbs, and i

whimper

instead of bark, as is

form.

well done, good girl.


Originally published at magneticvirgo.wordpress.com on June 6, 2016.

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