10.10.10

not fiction

the sacrifice that begs to live
hoping you'll forgive

pleading with its brow line
eyes like a diamond mine

lying about the knife on the rope
says you couldn't cope

the baby in the bathwater
made it dirtier

giving you the business
its voice like a crisis

detailing your potential losses
making you nauseous

a seed that dug its heels in you
roots like claws that grew

spread itself all over
you like a hot fever

now it's daring you to separate
what you love and what you hate

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