Hands raised,
No fight left in this particular battle,
Because you hide beneath the surface.
I’ve dulled knives digging,
Skinning myself like a rabbit,
Only to find flesh sensitive to wind and touch,
Still, you rear your vile head,
Poisoning me and others.
I shun, I beg,
I curse and rip your rotten roots but it’s too late
and back you go into your secret hiding place.
I have to reconcile,
This time, all strategies exhausted,
I invited you to the dinner.
I let you take over and take me,
Smashing plates,
Spitting food and flipping tables.
Hijacked and to the edge of breathless peace in death,
You bored as a tired child does,
Curling into my loving arms as I whispered,
“Now get some rest you relentless fuck.”
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