Examination of Happiness

Examination of Happiness

Layers pulled
back by vise grips
exposing the bloodied
entrails of deceit
and screams heard
in the monastery
where I resided
in previous lives
where peace for breakfast
was a norm I couldn’t bare

this messy breakdown
of substances placed
in buckets posing
as pill bottles complete
with instructions
on best intentions leave

a dent in my masculinity
no longer proud and true
fundamentals fallen
through the rift of relying
on my inhibitors

in a trance
neatly nailed
to my own indiscretions
I hang limp waiting
for my execution


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