Confessions Tape #7 by Keana Águila Labra

To emerge from the numbing concave that resides
just out of finger scraping reach,

if it were gone would I be better?
If it were gone would I be me?

It dulls dulls dulls,
thrumming in contrast to my thoughts,
it tells me that I am not alone
as long as I have it
as long as I have it
I will have these doubts.

What do you need?
to be rid of myself

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