Juggling ego.

Grinds my teeth.
Translucent shield.
I have to survive,
pick things up and keep walking.

**shudders**
Index in the air. Awaiting my folly.
Virtually every turn, there you are.
“Ah, ha!”

Raised the dead,
Floored the shit out of me;
it’s turned into disgust.


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