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Locked Away

Entropy arriving again when I try to thrive in my skin.
I thought he was locked away.
She asked if I was okay.
I guess I’m lying again. I’m hiding from him;
that man I never wanted to see today.
His heart hard, veins so cold from the ice.
Skin rough and scarred from the blade,
his tongue tough from touching teeth that used to be white.
That dark man, that dark man lying in wait,
with wine weakening his gait. I tried avoiding that fate.
She asked if I’m alright.
I have to lie once more. Yes, I’m doing okay.
Tears, dropping harder than hail from my face.
Fears, of being honest because empathy is not her trait.
What’s near? That man in the mirror,
making all my thoughts look bold but clearer
even when he’s locked away.
But he still holds sway,
in my saddened tone over the phone
when she has left me alone.
He’s in my look, even my handshake
as the withdrawals from joy makes my hands shake.
He can’t be safe. He was made this way. I have to lock him away.
Written by DeVaughnStation (DeVaughn Station)
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