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[apiphile]

unWanton

the loneliness will drive you mad
(i want it to, i want it to)
my body is the house you pass
a shadow of a former habitation
and shaking your head murmur
someone should live there;
never stopping to check for a key.
solitude becomes you, they said,
(i have become the silence
that i howled into for years)
my body is the unmarked road
only familiar travellers turn down,
their route already mapped.
this mirror is transparent
and i can see you refusing
to look in; this ugliness is caustic
but it is mine to live with.
the loneliness will drive you mad
(it has, it has)
the cure is in your hands
but you'd rather be the one
who keeps to paved roads
and inhabited neighbourhoods;
who wants an overgrown track
a derelict house
soiled goods?