whenever i enter this space
i feel a great wound tear open inside
and i bleed until i’m empty
as a drained, cold corpse
numb to the horror of the world

then i can rise up again
and carry the gaping absence
from the tomb i have built
with the dead grin of a man
whose lips have pulled back
from the dryness…

and they all think it’s a smile

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