I fold my limbs inward
A shapeless, imperceptible stalk
That does not flower or incline
It’s sullen face skyward
*
Underground
My roots rejoice
In fertile soil
Never mind that it is the corpse
Of my very own heart
That I indiscriminately feed upon
I know no blood sweeter than ink
No obsession more compulsive
Than pulling out threads
*
I will strip my psyche
Until no sin can claim wholly
My innocence
Until no trauma
Can force me to sleep
And act unconsciously
*
There is nothing more alluring
Than sincerity
I’ll offer myself without
Caveat or camouflage
Judge me if you must
But never say
That I wasn’t myself
*
I defend against oversight
No one truly wants to be
Invisible
No one wants to scream
Their echos
Recoiling in vacancy
Every molecule within
Seeks to connect
*
I hunt for your true name
That I may work my voodoo
Into your arteries and veins
There is no more pervasive addiction
Than love
I crave it more than most
Having entered this world
With nothing but my instincts
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My 3 obsessions
1. Introspection
2. Writing
3. Love
Submission for
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