you cannot leave your sadness in a corner.
If you put it in the corner and tie it down
and fill its mouth up with blood and bile, and
feed it drugs to shut it up, it will not go away.
It will sit there and stare up at you through its dark
crusted hair. (It lacks the strength to lift
its head.) You will feel its gaze on you.
But when you look over at it, it will
wrench its big desperate eyes to the floor.
You will catch it just as it looks away.
When you approach it with the syringe,
then it will stare at you. Its mouth will open
in recognition. And shock, maybe. It will
keep staring at you as you sink the plunger
to the base of the barrel. And it will tremble.
It always trembles. It will drive you crazy.
You will want to just outright kill it. But
you would never forget that. That is something
you would not be able to forget.
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