Worm Food

My heart pounds in a caricature of
I can get pills to help
if my old defenses fail me

But what happens when
I can't forget?
What do I do with
the awakening
I so long sought
(in ignorance)?

I am a fool for seeking
a darkness
from which my personality
spared me

But Death stalked
thrust himself
on my path
made himself known
not as an abstract idea
of which to philosophize

but as the reality
I'm actively avoiding

daring me to face it
without succumbing
to the madness
of avoiding
as it truly


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