Those Little Demons
merge these errors into a single block...
dump like rubble on the next cliff...
flee before you hear the dry thud of defects
sprawled on the ground claiming its author.
because self-indulgence saves
even if it's fake
like when you disguise
look around awkwardly
wanting to get rid of contamination
brought by the uncomfortable truths
that knocked on your door
Or at that time remember?
you acted with hypocrisy and prejudice
so you lied to yourself
saying it was nothing
saying you were right
it wasn't really you
you were never that bad.
the pattern of self-pity
obeys a rite of pseudo surprise
acts like camphor ointment
relieves the hidden pain but you know
she's here
smiling like little devil
and makes you submerge in an ocean
where shame is the first virtue
to disappear.
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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