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[ NaPo 2017 ] Turrets Syndrome

   
Lie back on the leather couch  
   
while I listen to the sound of  
your guts spilling out    
   
messy innards of a claustrophobic  
life not being lived up to its potential  
   
on the inside looking out  
   
from a towering monument  
to Insecurity's stronghold over  
the most innocuous of daily decisions  
reinforcing imprisonment within  
a physicality of unfortunate events  
   
The more unraveled bowel  
the more intestinal fortitude  
can be mustered as rope  
to be utilized in repelling    
down from the turret  
   
Without hair like Rapunzel  
this will have to do
if you want to escape!  
   

Written by PsycoticMastermind
Published | Edited 29th Jun 2020
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