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Why?!

arbitrarily reincarnating happy recollections while
indifferently treading down a common, tame & dull conduit.
uninterestingly, mechanically moving through a passage so
familiar & borderline monotonous.
entranced in the sound of your own careless jubilation,
whistling a merry melody & taking in a moment,
unaware of the foot-destroying hazard up ahead.
inconsiderate, until the agonizing contact
in a sudden twinkling of seconds, did the ancient roots of
maple trees impede upon the avenue
intended specifically to place your step upon in what can only
be regarded as deliberate & calculated spite.
altogether pain is now engulfing as it radiates away from your
obliterated happiness.
becoming intravenous & constricting as a vine,
this occurence will forever be an instant that you came to
be...
Came to be so

Tangled in Discomfort

now, curled to the position of a fetus, writhing miserably and
cursing out your diety,
frantic fingers of your wavering appendages collide into a
pile of wood, resting at your sides.
splinters, god damn, motherfucking splinters, covering the
palms of your hands & your finger webbing.
utterly creating new obscenities to screech,
out into the otherwise unremarkable affair.
looking up into the heavens for assistance, noticing a nest in
the crevasse of the maple trunk,
as the gooey & gelatinous tree sap creeps unto the surface of
your skin, comes and audible hum.
wasps, swarming at the scent of the sweet, aromatic substance
clinging to your flesh.
rising to your feet, you flee as the pollen from the flowers
of a nearby field enter deep inside your eyeballs...
Causes You to be...

Tangled in Discomfort

oh, is there no justice in this
seemingly hopeless endeavor?
how can it be right for every
square inch of available being to
be in a state of pain?
oh, i've become so acutely aware of
the space in between my toes,
and my hair follicles do revolt at
the uncomfortable feeling they are
currently in...

finally make it through the woods, covered up in welted
puncture wounds, but no longer navigating through the wicked
halls of nature,
coming up upon a door to a small house, hoping for a path that
could lead to a salvation.
only opening to beckon you to come inside, but in a tone that
is hope annihilation.
what could await just beyond the open door? what is menacing
about this entire situation?

standing in a room, surrounded by a mass of individuals,
disregarding all personal space,
they hover, creepily, inches from your neck & speak ever
delicately, so you feel their humid breath.
topics only do partain to the awkward, and with a twinge of a
dry & sticky back throat,
as they gradually encircle all around you, and brush by so
that only your arm hairs entwine...
Causes You to be...

Tangled in Discomfort

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