Day #2

the legend of the two wolves

unlovable:
that’s exactly how I feel
when the darkness
creeps slowly
into the recesses of my mind.
I know
so perfectly
how to feed
the wolf who lives
inside my head—
the wolf who turns my mind
into a kind of wonderland repository
for whatever story
robs me of my self esteem–
like an artificial joint
attracting infection.
now if only I could learn
how to starve him to death–
but the hand
that feeds his mouth
also feeds my own.

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