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everything I see
is tainted, a
painful squint across
the gossamer web of
fear, laced with doubt and
forget-me-nots.
this life
is not for the weak,
each of us fighting
demons
trapped within
foggy membranes of
our own impenetrable
construct.
everything I see
is tainted, and
I know this
believe this
each waking morn
I feel this,
gasping
dawn’s cool air;
the clutch
for something sharp
a singular thought –
blade/scissors/fingernail
anything to puncture,
rend the walls
see the truth

via Daily Prompt: Puncture

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