something
lurking
here
I hear
a guttural
soul
cry
like an abandoned
newborn
cloaked in vernix
and opioid
regret
something
both
obvious
and
insidious
Darkness
laughs
in
rancid bile
hiccups
tiny
hands
shove
and
smack
me around
this place
cold
worthlessness
echos
I wore
this moth-eaten
cloak
many winters
over
torn
soiled
panties
this
cloak
covers
me
in
sick
worse
when
dismissed
like
a livid
corpse
in the back alley
everyone sees
I had
no
underwear
on
at all
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