Internal Evil
Gnawing on my insides
parasitic bundle of flowers and poison
precipitating an action,
Freudian manifestation
of thoughts repressed
actions withheld
life un-breathed.
This bundle of flowers and poison
masked, elusive being
can’t be named
can’t be gendered
can’t be aborted
can only drive me mad
can only push me to self destruction.
Cursed bundle of flowers and poison
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