I stare into the abyss,

and down my leg I piss.

In my dream I am naked,

not nude, alas.

Exposed,

not composed.

Yet, it is an artificial construct,

suiting the other’s agenda.

Misunderstood

and misrepresented,

decisions and derisions already made,

I know discussion is futile.

Open.

Society.

Closed.

Internal exile.

Domestic abuse.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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