5/3/25

Necklace Of Nails

Make yourself at home, stray.
Your gloom-woven shell is closing in.
Suit yourself to the times, prey—
the you up until now, is uprooted:
a chewed-off nail.

Who knew rediscovery haunts,
once you lose yourself.
Caught in a spiral of meeting its wants:
a line of puppets strangled to each other.
Your fate becomes shy.

A Frankenstein's monster on a spree,
drenched in traits and gimmicks.
Every new you that you strive to free,
crushed under the weight of the next.
A bludgeoned beast.

The metallic screeching inches away,
receding into the unknown.
The garbling that once filled me
has bled me dry, leaving my shell empty.
Giving way to a sorry tune:

Reduce yourself to the smallest bit,
shaped by winds: a sharp-edged mould.
Witness life through the thinnest slit:
you capture your true vibrancy.
The purest drop to kiss the land.


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