In the Piety Exacted by Anxiety

 

In the piety
exacted by anxiety
when you would kneel
to any god

and promise it

your soul –

if only it would

leave you
wholly
as you’d like to be –

when psychically

you’ve bled unholy red

and all the reassurance

in the world
will not assuage
the sinking dread –

the rapid blink

of imminent catastrophe –
 
effect abrupt
distraction.
Think
of me.







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