Making a poo in babel

Rotten excitement shrieks under my ribs
resonating.undead
things are not safe
weren’t safe
not gon be safe
inside, outside, inside on,
my mind
a place once kind
now armed

fee fie foe fum

i smell the blood of a
little piggy who ran all the way home
through an anxiety lit fastest path from one point to another

where did you come from and why are you here?
begotten, not made
zombie god resurrecting old trauma
forgive me father, its been decades since my last confession
I think I love women more.

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