• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 02
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i’m not ready.
my instincts hide
behind a pallor
of fear –
the scent i was born with.

images of failure
chisel themselves
again and again
in a rancid

this hankering
for approval that
deflates my ego.

the rest
of the world
blots itself
out of my mind…

a lone wolf
in an asylum.