I have chosen
Not to speak to you
Today, of all days,
Cowering, as I do,
In front of simple truths,
Stark revelations,
My coliseum’s nakedness
Before the crowds
Of thumbs down,
Blossoming towards
The front rows
Of your rage,
Those forgotten wounds,
And fanged cruelties
Spiraling into
New memories.


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