It Is, Is It Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
It Is, Is It
good that I have only a faceless nonexistence to shout at... by turns to condemn and implore, 'stop hurting him, you cuspidor of uncertain origins... when the sobbing has ended I laugh at myself, distracted and even amused at what could be termed a form of spiritual envy....I hide beneath my rock, afraid, diminished.....angry and abject...
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