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A N G E R


it is a string
umbilical
I am tethered to it
for my nourishment
it is my mother
but it comforts me not

it is the food
that doesn't satisfy
it is a kind of gluttony
that eats the insides
out of me

it demands my attentions
to the point of being
tyrannical
I would like to change
my tail
and become a different animal
I would like our story to be far less
auto-biographical

I don't want to be tethered to it
anymore
I'd like to cut us clean
silence its voice when it
implores

it reminds me of its need for me
and how necessary for it
I am
so it can thrive and grow
how much longer we can endure
I do not know

this is non-symbiotic
parasitic living
to be in its company
to experience the constancy of pain
it is delivering

I realize if we continue
one of us must die
or it will surely be the
end of me
and result in a kind of
galling
disability.



Copyright April 9, 2013
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Meloo / Melissa A Howells
Site: Tilt-a-World





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