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Of Anima and the Inner Child.

At the end of the day,
there you find her.
While you feel so safe
and secure:

enough drink
and smoke
and whatever else
to ensure
you were fucked up
till sun up,

then she creeps
up in your peripheral
vision to steal the show,

to occupy
the center stage
in your field of innervision,

stealing the spotlight
from under
you and all else…

Any escape from her ends
up with you wound
in the webs

of some other hypnodomme,
fighting free just to flee

back to her bosom,
crying in terror
just like the child
you’ve raised inside.

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