day 105 . blood, sweat, tears. part VIII.

dark past knocking on my soul yet again.
using battering ram. conscience. rotten.
two more cups of it.
.
sure, try the powdered instant truth.
no tomorrow so no use worrying about reputation.
ugh. now it tastes even worse.
.
can not stop now.
memorial. yes.
no such thing needed.
.
because then the dark past wins.
i imagine giant vultures pecking
and hacking till all is gone.
.
let the worms and ants
and other insects clean the bones.
till they shine.

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