runs thru my head

like icing on cake           

myriads of me

dragged through a rake.

ripping like shreds

so nothing makes sense

a confusion of sorts

bolstering my defense

what’s wrong with me?

when will it cease?

shutting the door

will it yield peace?

donna marie

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