It wasn't until I'd failed
the Rorschach test that
I first became worried.
Chaotic blots that encompass
every fear of failure,
every hidden infant
born of words unspoken
between us.
There are always bloodcurdling moments
the neighbors never know the supernova
held hostage in the next room.
I did everything they asked me to do,
I can smile now, right?
Please, can I smile?
















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