Actor
I
am an actor,
a
great pretender.
I
only appear human,
sane,
without
worry.
But
inside this
tightly
closed lid
is
an insect,
with
a poisoned tooth,
with
spindle legs.
Within
I am an angry wasp,
a
strained spring
ready
to rip
though
the fabric.
There
are no nerves
to
register the pain,
no
heart to summon
the
sympathy.
There
are no tears.
Beware
of
me
and
my rusted-
nail
claws.
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