cut off

Hello,
con man.

I see
you there,

comprised
of all those
scared mice.

You are
fooling
no one

performing
in new-formed
shapes.

I sure do
miss that
one form.

he wore
those
old jeans,

cut down,

around
your calves
like-

you know
the ones

-that make
me
want to
touch you,

in that
way
we
used
to do.

It seems
you’ve found
a new

play-thing

to bide
the time.

Perhaps,
she
does not
yet

have
-the eye
to see

through

your

little
disguise.

I wonder,

How
long until

she
watches
you
fall
apart?

your insides,
-frayed seams,

unraveling.

a show
of it’s own
[it is]

to watch your
nerve-endings

s | ha | ke
themselves
free of
camouflage;

screaming
out of
suppression.

your true form

I am
all
too
familiar
with.

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