Unless I’m bleeding;
unless I’ve figured out again
what and how to bruise
in between my ears, behind my eyes;
unless I’ve impaled some unseen part of me
on some invisible parts of another human
and thus perforated my expectations
otherwise so immaculate, so pristine;
unless I’m in pain to contain
and sustain the delirious blast
of things I’m not born to control,
don’t let yourself be enthralled
or sucked in this vortex of shadows.
Just don’t take it as real.
Don’t take it in.
Unless
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