close ur eyes untie ur thoughts separate ur current anxieties from the stillness u know u r capable of inhale deeply breathe in the stink of fall warmth kicking summer heat from the champ’s chair this should not feel like a pushed button but it does it’s a floorboard rusted nail in ur pincushion face it is ur way 2 violence a singular passage in2 the relentless flash-floods of violations u survived dwelling as cuts penetrating each layer of ur composure all paths lead 2 this u think the straightest line makes it all b over faster there r not these r the ways big thumbs dig in2 ur head peel back holes making wells free of obstructions 4 those hands 2 pull damage 4ward burying fingers past the thumbs 1st impression in ur calm a calm that was urs b4 being forced 2 surface a u that fully rediscovers u a self-constructed u with designs 2 force u out the real u the victim 1 in search of just retaliation that stays in its home within the socially tangible u u need 2 nourish this self feed it the requirements 2 actualize all of ur destructively manic facets 2 let all of u come out