The not knowing
its claws steal tiny bits
its claws steal tiny bits
until you are twitching
on
the floor
a breathing
corpse
no before or after
only today
no before or after
only today
bloody ragged today
its
pins in all of your
sore places
sore places
as
you stare at your
own face
own face
upside down
in the mirror
for
something that can
be turned
the needles
they poke and they prod
ensure none of the neurons
are working
be turned
the needles
they poke and they prod
ensure none of the neurons
are working
so one small dog
sleeps
curled up in
a ball
while I
I know nothing at all
only that in the end
everything
is a lie
that small dogs do not
live forever
and neither will I
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