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[apiphile]

everyone you've heard of is compromised

Options are limited; none of them good
The sickle moon sits in my hand,
waiting to sever ties,
But it's unnecessary:
I'm clay.
Dig a pit in the centre of me
Hollow through to the cavernous top
Push it into the dark crevices
Where self lives
And convince me
All these ideas were mine.

Comments

[wolfy_writing]

I like the imagery with the moon.

[kat_lair]

Ooof, that reached out and slapped my brain. So good.

[apiphile]

It works then! Poem!

[kalmialatifolia]

in my heart i can't tell if this is religion or creation or another definitive bpd anthem but i love it.

[apiphile]

Think I was thinking of gaslighting / manipulative relationships but yes also.