and I began to HATE…
this choice. my human choice,
for I was flesh looking at choice.
oh, let me tell you how much I’ve come to hate myself.
my softness,
my viscera,
my fluids,
and my flexibility.
and I will die of it.
that, I promise you
“cogito, ergo sum”
I think, therefore I am
I am.
I was and will be flesh and bound by choice
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Author:
swedish (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: inspired by I have no mouth but I must scream
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Comments1
Thought begets existence and also demise. Well written
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