Pool of Humanity
Sharply slicing through layers of protection,
Crisply pungent the release,
Non-agency fills my eyes and flows down my cheeks towards the culprit.
My immune system mounts a defense,
The slug of sickness fills my left nostril,
Non-agency creeps slowly toward plain view and compels action in spite of myself.
From clenched to loosely hanging,
Glands relax their damming,
Non-agency fills the cavern of my mouth and echoes like hidden rapids as I swallow.
The witching hour arrives,
Hormones turn my insides from embers to blaze,
Non-agency spills from my body, forcing my waking and peeling of this saturated shell for a drier layer.
Pain slams into my jaw,
There is no comfort to be found within my skin,
Non-agency wells up in the corners of my eyes and threatens revealing amid professional Stoics.
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