when the monsters inside me…
… have the faces of people around me
your slurs blunder all day
your mouth won’t shut
your voice heard
in each and every room
scarcely scattered scat
simultaneously stingy
squeezing my skull
baby boy in adult surroundings
man with a pacifier
stuck in his full mouth
a boisterous, bragging blunt
blatantly
imitating
heroes he wanted to be
pumping ego into his muscles
earnestly
he’s living in a dream
not in reality
still sixteen
I was twenty when I got sick
I didn’t know what to do with it
no knowledge, no abilities, no dispositions
to handle challenging situations
neither do they
psychology is not taught
in school
so, what are they going to do
then
when sickness can overwhelm them
at any time
in their twenties
when is the best time for it
no earlier, no later
just exact time
to break every, even the hardest heart
and forget about
the smallest scrap
of any civilised dab
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Mescaline Brisset
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