A Beast Dwelling
Each thought creates a hole in my head.
The punctures conjoin and expand
until gargoyles can manage through
and conquer me.
They claw and beat against each other,
battering my walls.
Waiting can not oust them.
Surrendering has been tried,
but it will only decay me.




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