I set my mind
to ten o-clock sharp
as the knife I used
to know the way forward
word play in mind my mouth
echoes fingers typing keys
that click and render me feeling-less
numb to the touch of my
former insecurities
this time I tried
and pushed to the ends of me
in defense of me I lied
when I said I was ready
my intellect denied
by multiple choice entropy
a skill I kept sacred
secret no longer frequent
are the tapping of keys
in late night sequence
sequins like quills in a former life
pronounced quite different
pro-choice without hype
and is this business just
risk-less inference
of line to line to rhyme to
left behind
I shine when I weaken
I bleed in morse code
dot-dot-dash
my reasons inclosed
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