Projection


I'm tired of feeling

These iron rods within my chest

Heavy by the things you say

Regardless of your intent

My optimism is

Straggling against

The splintered sawdust

That manifests

Thrown-up words

From down below

I taste the raw disgust

Daring to survive

Long enough

For this punishment

To scatter anywhere

Without my body

As its uncharted cave

To dwell


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