Just sincerely mine (II)

Less I say,
more I mask myself.
Any suffering,
any soul disturbance,
any misfortune
should be covered
as if just hints of
a tiresome day.

He or she or it
wants to
catch my weaknesses
and, afterwards,
turns them
meaningless;
or just to say,
those were mine,
these are my

bulls…

Several times
I don’t know how to

answer a simple question
indeed.

Perhaps, it’s not
that simple, it’s
complex, and…
captious.

— How are you doing today, then?

It may seem
kindness coming from
him or her or it,

but can most likely
be a strategy to

provoke my decay.
Through my words
what does

he or she or it
wish to
bring about?

Less I say,
more I mask
bulls-hit…
bullsh…
hints of tiresome days.

Just
sincerely
mine.

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A Deep Dive

In my solitude
I need something
almost recklessly
to live for.

Tones of skin,
pieces of color,
floods of blood,
tsunami of lives,
all to die.

Please, help me.
Don’t let me go!
I’m diving in
your memories.