Free verse № 2009
not quite myself
i don't feel
quite myself
tonight
(hearing the floorboards
scream at constant abuse
from six-sided assailants.)
lost
in the laughter, the blur
of an overhead fan and
paint climbing up
tri-colored pride.
snarling
teeth gnashed at words
of discouragement and lace...
show me where i am
(not the score)
in this superficial
(six-sided; snake eyed)
fray.
nothing can hurt
there is no pain
after all,
i don't feel
(quite myself)
tonight.
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