Under Your Razor's Gaze
My mind is laid bare its components
& functions are under your razor's gaze
To compare…
My aged bones are yours to dig into…
My past, like my blood, is dried into fine rust…
…drifts into the corridors of your inner mind
You are my cruciform…
You are the keeper of my secrets
all yours, to twist like a thorn...
My mind is spread out before you
deep, seeping past my wastes
into my domains…born...
My mind is lay forlorn...
its components…
Its functions are under your razor scorn
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