Lies
No, I won’t
roast your heart over a fire pit,
figuratively
speaking, or peer at you wearing
a full face of
unbridled shame. Don’t worry—
I’m nearly
invincible, can haul spirits and ghosts
and baggage
without assistance. You’ll never, never
have to worry
about me; I’ll be in a murky cave
far from here,
alone, but never happier, scrabbling
my existence into
sandstone. Don’t look for me.
I don’t want to
be found or helped or loved, ever.
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