miniscule insipid mouse
gentle, assuming
quaint, fearful
softly wrapped bundle
awaiting the feeding…
the sting
deeply punctured
by life’s serpent
breath arrested
heart exploding
running about unheeded
thoughts soar
body falls
into duress
heaven is still as
earth spins about my whiskers
sensory overload
none of it is real
all of it is real
none of it matters
scatter your daggers
retract your venomous
leave me to
clouds of abandon
notions of righteousness
a delusion of recovery…
in preparation for
your next feeding

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