I slowly went 'a walking
talking to myself
& dodging the raindrops
camouflaging my yesterday-sunsets.
I found a mirror in a pond
a ghost in the water
staring at me
with an eh...toooooo....bru...tay?
expression on his face
impregnated with premature pallor...
yes,
my hand held the knife
pointed 'tween my own shoulder-blades
tracing the path of remorse
& replacing the wrath with new-found cardio-gasoline wells
torched & flaming in the desert
of individuality.
I've destroyed my past &
at last
I can breathe...
like a murderer finally brought to justice...
or an over-taxed evader being approached by the IRS...
yes,
at last
I can breathe.
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