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Monsters in Multiple Skins.

Standing
behind the bedroom door.
Taking cover
in the closet. On my belly
again, hiding
beneath the bed

from monsters
in multiple skins, alien
and human, as a passive,
detached witness.

Always fucking
with my head. Forever
worming ’round

in my mind. I’ve got nothing,
you took
it all. What more

do you want
from me? You leave
me fragments,
fucking puzzle pieces.

‘Till you in the least
help me understand:

away with you.

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