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pawns of coercion, 

turning blind eyes to your connivance, mimicking that of a revolving door.

hide and seek games parallel to doorbell shrills,

behaviours edited for televisory audiences.

damaged cable coils resemble that of untamed tendrils;

succumbing to flat ironed conformity.

scruffing napes befriend spinal collisions with staircases,

winded of all possible defenses.

defiance becomes a greater agony than violence;

split-tongued stabs into my character puncture the epidermis,

churning out spiteful confessions until the ink runs dry.

i keep tabs of prolific accomplices...

you're sick of my line of questioning, 

yet my stomach turns are a mechanical reflex 

as if it were a motor vehicle swerving onto potholed lanes

hatred is a bitter aftertaste i can't learn to keep down.

sitting room ills

accidental baptisms of shaky wristed wine

though no divinity bears the omnipotence to Grant you salvation-

remorse is a textbook lesson you skimmed past.