I transverse the valley of shame.
The lies are never enough.
Hovering in limbo of truth decay.
A haze of black to what?
Technicolor Dreamscicle Masturbation.
A golden shower of lost innocence.
Its peaks protruding through my chest.
Heart beaten vest.
Vested interest long forgotten.
Hold on loosely and always let grow.
The shame that builds from never…
Always looking at spaces that should be filled.
An abyss of alabaster skin.
Scared and charred of the same…
Shame’s breath grip.
Not enough air in this valley…
Time to sally forth.
More sorrows ahead…
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