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in my head
fight club
first rule of which
could lead off the road
and into a ditch
and (things
in the mirror are
closer than they
appear)
(things in
parentheses
i don’t want you
to hear)

fists pound
into my face
again and again
not sure who but
it’s me i most offend
and (I HATE
EVERY PART OF MY
LIFE)
(I SCREAM IN
MIRRORS TO
MYSELF
AT NIGHT)

“who hit you?” i fell. no.
i’m still falling
the ground’s getting closer,
closer crawling
and (i avenge myself
for hurting myself
subtle)
(i leave not a trace,
not a blade, not a
puddle)

-m.p. 11/26/2016

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