I am trying to ignore
all the voices
that creep
ito my head
to intimidate me
When I finally do
they speak to me
directly
to state the obvious
Blood is dripping
from the knife
lodged in my head
It trails
to your house
and into the kitchen
where a boy
has also killed himself
The voices -
they disguise themselves
as wonders
until curiosity
kills humankind
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