#1
recently, i was peeling back my ribs
when i came to realize
there's an obtuse shape inside of me.
a malignant growth of despair.
a predictable blemish,
for all to see.
it's like a queen of clubs
with a bent corner.

i pushed those feelings inside
striving towards
that pain ignored.
as i suffocate my weakness
patiently.
a bleakness has seemed
to surround my center.
and i lay
a deck of fifty two cards
with myself flawed so obviously.