I’m not sure why, but I was thinking about my mother and I wrote this…

Valetudinarian and Authoritarian

The simplest answer is the right one
Collective bodies, the sum of clones
Come pinpoint the time it all began
Hurts in my brain and in my bones.

Blood on the wall, it is my own
What you reap is what you sown
You like it when I ache and moan
All the pain I have never shown.

I have some skeletons in my closet
Can’t access the exit doors, when I have to close them
The smell of the corpses ever closer
And I skin one by one, leave them naked and broken.

This domain is for the valetudinarian
And for every other authoritarian
To fetch the placebo treatment
From the authentic hypochondriacs.


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