pass the evil mirror
in an evil house:
look at myself
and then god
and then me
and then god
and wonder why i fall short—
hate myself for it,
for even thinking about it;
for even looking in the first place,
being there in the first place.
it was never my place,
anyway.
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Poezja"scouring my notes app in search of forlorn fraying fragments one could consider 'poetry' if one had partaken in reality-altering substances. these fragments may appear mysterious in origin, but they were born in the shower and hastily transcribed u...
