Digging the Dirt

pity prose

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Joy suffocated mine

Mind’s ploy

To rob and ruin

Everything I ever loved

Such as my car cat drumkit and women

Don’t touch me though

I can’t stand it

I don’t like people who hug you

When you have just met them

Makes me squirm

Take the laundry basket and bags full of rubbish from my idle mind —

It’s starting —

Jesus — can’t I get just one break —?

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Follow me inside my cranium

See how messy — tangled up it is

Twisted twine-like roped in with this — corporeality

Never given any empathy

Maybe because they can’t see it

The amygdala prefrontal cortex opens only to accept my kind

The Limbic System