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Giving in to the shadow self
I left my heart desecrated on the shelf
Descending into dream’s bargain basement
I gave in to the debasement.
I gave in even though I knew I was being used
the thoughts were obtuse; no, I was not confused.
I knew, but I still gave in to The Act, that familiar script and narrative, a human facet.
The lights sipped through the cracks.
I got a glimpse of the false promise,
but still, I ignored the premises.
I told myself what harm could come of this,
to give myself to the kiss, just one moment of bliss; surely, should time cease, I should not resist.
There was no time to think about his past discretions.
And so I sought to drink from his poisoned fountain.
I told myself I was lonely,
I have been ailing for months, weeks and days.
I was in the place where all lonely hearts go, where hopes are desecrated, dreams are purged, and we give in to the urges and emotional surges.
I told myself, It has been a while since I held another in my arms and immersed…
