my Unreliable narrator
opinions set concrete in my veins
blood born of pathogens
inflicted via screens
and screams
and road ragers
and wannabe leaders
and friends, tho I beg forgiveness
to admit, until
this stream of life
makes it way through heart
to brain
then cools to ice
my breath
with indifference enough
that I learn not to trust
my inner self
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Keep trying to trust that inner self. It is full of poems…