Having walked a mile
with no shoes,
my feet bleed and
my mind caves on the words
that riot against my cerebellum.
The nightmare I have co-existed with
for the entirety of my life no longer
offers me sustenance.
I do not suckle it for sacrifice
to my Muse for poetry
nor
do I give it credence
for the mistakes I have made.
For her divine wickedness has brought me
to my knees in reexamination of myself.
And I have found
a tiny, sparkling dream
nestled along the glass shards
biting into my flesh.
But I had to be taken apart,
laid supine amongst the rubbish,
and half blind with life
to earn this gem.
I clutch at my ideal and
beg for him
to stay.
Honorable mention
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