Yearning for affection Rudderless - no direction Devoured by guilt and shame This affliction has no name Orbiting Infectious Consumes and all-consuming Cannot say What needs to be said So instead This tongue Slowly Bitten to shreds
Love is a number with no name Guilt and shame Treats everyone the same Maladaptive responses In the first place These life choices No choice but to choose Decisions made before birth Curse this flaming Earth And when, "by chance," You come this way No ointment Can take the pain away
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A very raw and ominous write! I guess you alluded to an “appointment” without using the word? That’s an amazing photo too, really atmospheric.