Agony doesn't talk, it shivers.
It tries to blink away expression
in wallpaper cliches.
It is the bloodshot eyes beneath.

Agony maligns teeth in tension.
It thinks in spirals of acute intentions
in the deliberate delirium
of endless cause and effect.

Written on the 9th of June 2012. Written in response to a specific circumstance but my reading of the poem has expanded since, so I deleted the explanation.


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