i am the axeman
driving the wedge
into my head
and spilling the dirt.
crack my chest
and pull out the weeds.
it's hard to scream
when your mouth is
a knothole.
i become
a wooden shell.
hollowed.
chip myself apart
by dropping on my axe
and turning into mulch.
trying to be a lumberjack
but i was always a splinter.
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