Fallout

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the Poet woke me up one night and said why are you trying to kill me I said that's nonsense go back to sleep suddenly I felt something gripping the life out of me pressing against my chest from the inside as if my soul were breaking out in heart flames ingesting gasoline I emerged fighting I couldn't let it out how did it know how could it have found out my intentions what could have given me away removing the label throwing the bottle away it was just a throbbing headache I was trying to get rid of engulfed in pain ridding myself of blame ripping &tearing up all the shame shredding my given name like cheddar through a cheese grater casting a stone and putting away my hand looking over my shoulder to see how far I ran knowing I missed no place is safe from my consciousness Superman by night Clark Kent by day broken clay pots ink prints on the wall black feathers found in the hall nine crying muses on my door step a foster child of a bewitching stepmother stealing the majik while I was sleeping on the foldout couch in the speckled spackled shingled covered houses masking the past but can't kill the thought too many palpitations in the beat introvertively speaking ignore everyone warning, Do Not Go Too Deep unless someone is designated to dig you out from underneath all the rubble once the Poet feels a shake and senses trouble the whole outer court erupts