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Afraid To Live

Chinks of light filter thru pitchblack emotional prison vestigial shadow figure hunkers, an atrophied, mortified, petrified old man implacable self destructive nemesis birthed in league pitiful human shambles, his abysmally forlorn existence scotched, sabotaged, severely short changed agonizing depression tortures psyche family abandoned nsync, entrenched self cannibalization devastating vicious feedback loop exhaustedly drained kith and kin unconditional, unbridled, unalloyed... love, no longer spouts, issues, gushes... profusely familial fountainhead ceased functioning dry as lovely bones analogous to fossilized remains once robust sibling affections, in toto once dogged sisterly doting twisted beyond recognition ditto daughterly acclamation, adoration, affection, appreciation... on par with courtly majestic Fontainebleau once regaling Francis I (16th century king), nothing but absolute zero bondage shackled to solitary confinement imprisoned impenetrable fortress invisible, yet...ineradicable as strongest Earthly material isolation wrought since... yours truly begat life in utero punctuated when obstetrician pronounced "it's a boy!" Unbeknownst to very short lived carefree being neurological, mental, libidinal... flaws would spell disaster spanning scores of years majority of existence (mine) participation buzzfeeding livingsocial shuttered within inaccessible dungeon surrounded by deepest known moat, within which flourished fearsome beasts turned rogue, and conspired assassination (not yet successful), whereby one poker face (born that way) wretched soul condemned to psychological abomination forbidden to terminate said despicable mortality, thus suffers life sentence of yawping, writhing, unnerving... tumult.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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