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Comments about Josey Walsh
Pain entrances me. I hang stretched
From rafters of desire, pinned in place
By a word, a look, a raised hand.
But you do not see me. I am no more
Than a vessel, hollow, poured full
Of another’s self-loathing.
You are me. I am your creation
Wrought through agonies, a mirror,
Blind like a shard of bruised glass
Panic disarms me. I am suspended
On a cord of terror, stretched between
You and what I once was.
But you do not want me. I am excess
To your desires, a never-ending game
For your cursory amusement.
You need me. I am the ...