I start
writing
I censor
myself

A sense of fear
nothing is secure

What is this stigma
what does it do
to my mind

what I can't write about
consume my mind
creating possibilities
and fear of desires

Poetry and
figure of style
helps to an extent

The raw crude reality
needs an escape

Immoral, illegal
asocial, anormal

I cut part of myself
out of existence

We collectively
decided the good
and the bad

Now without reference
better amputate more
just in case
just in case

Until what remain
has no fault
has no soul
has no life

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