I know
you are not real in my reality
you do not exist in my anxiety
when it burns hot in my chest
like an aching that will not cease
with an appetite
that cannot be satisfied
and where are you
when words and motives like assassins
inflict mortal wounds
upon an already frail mortal
who is fighting for survival
I do not see you present here
in the midst of my ...
Saturday 15th January 2022 12:30 pm
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