The worst part— there is no genesis
in which I earn the blush white of the lemon this exquisite
guilt, grief, my circle of bitter light. What happened?
I did everything right.
I did everything right religion, ritually, and still I've fallen
so completely into the teeth of my depression, the reality
surprises me.
It hurts to live waiting
for the axe to fall,
and the axe never falls.
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