left to bleed out
ignored and dismissed
like trash set out on the street
it is a world
for the confident, the beautiful
the stout of character
not the plain or disfigured
not the weak, crippled outcasts
hemorrhaging
coughing up anguish
with black bits of emotional bile
breaking down
still further down
with frailty as evident
as hair-line cracks
on a sparrow’s egg
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