Distance
makes the mind’s
doubt stronger,
lets me let you slip away,
into the category of a dream,
until I’m terrified
and paralyzed
and you’re in my fucking face again
with your raping eyes,
with your raping eyes,
dissecting, infecting,
testing my broken mind.
Just a tagged animal.
Just a lab monkey.
Just a pawn in a game,
a soldier in a war,
holding secrets locked
in memories
I can’t remember.
Don’t even know
what side I’m on…
I can’t find comfort in ignorance.
I can’t be authentic hiding silent,
in my dark, dismal denial.
Given the right context,
everything makes sense.
Why do you keep it from me?
Flush of the Mindpot 