the other voice in your ear
little seductions, suggestions
like strobe light persistence
of flash
then blindness
like a boxer’s jab
over and over again
wearing me down
like cold water dripping
the torture of repetition
slow, into madness
closer to the edge
not falling, but closer
where fear and pain frolic
where I find myself
little by little
more without you
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