An unknown to thousands.

Nothing to the billions.

The billions speak and yell for me.

But they never bother to reach

or grab hold to take me in.

Just gentle wisps and soft touches

before they dematerialize before me.

I never reach them. I never have.

I never do.

Fields of vines with poisoned thorns

align across my spine and sink deep

until my nerves become the vines

that maim like acid bullets,

But they ricochet back,

piercing deep like a flint arrow

digging into the core

where nothing is.


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