I’m wondering
Why is it that the crow only squawks when I walk by?
and the crystalline water turns muddy as my toe touches its surface?
asking myself these questions
despite already knowing the answer
still wanting to prolong the deceit and
the web of denials
the mouth gapes
the only things to recognize the sound of pleading pain,
a look of abject terror on the face
a concave curve of the chest appears as oxygen leaves the body in a rush
a blow unseen
-the impact seen unheard
synapses connect to the brain tumors running the mind
their poison manifesting into actions
into thoughts that burrow and gnaw
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