I Have No Enemy Except
There is nothing wrong with me
Besides the curve of my bones
And the curve of my two eyes.
There is nothing wrong with earth
Besides the razors on pine
The falling of the downfall.
On Sunday, I like to kill myself
On Monday, I plan my next death.
I have no enemy except
The curving of my hollow spine.
I have no enemy except
The hollow of my own, hollow eye.
Copyright © Cathrine Wilde | Year Posted 2024
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