Pressed files (Case No. 747)

I'm fixing a hole,

revealing my soul,

born from the roots- long past.

A self pit prophecy,

trapped, full of blood in rivalry.

The destroyer, disguised-

pinned across her heroine's chest.

Protection has worn the necessity,

on engraved fissures of heredity.

I sift across pages held; listed

on internal bookshelves, to turn to,

in, and against myself. Looking deep-

a search of remedy. Amongst this distortion (eventually) I find my pain in burrows,

to suppress what lies within

my spurious trench. A reaction- I jump in.

Feet take off, to sudden delusions

of certainty. Protective possessions

are hit broadside~ I discover them

furled up, obsessively tight.

Sources of deception; in review,

I reveal that tripped reality

under classified sheets; exposing

the browbeaten-double-dealers

in bullet vests. The fervent heat

blisters my chest. I feel it knocking, an unwanted guest. Have you guessed?

You would be surprised....

it's the No. 1 cause of homocide.

Charged with instincts, can

attack at risk. Except, in a case-

every pat down and frisk,

it solves one; the crime

reveals the damage done. And still, regrettably lurking. All genes aside,

let the blood dry. I must remember,

it's more assumption than a bearer of deed.

A villain's contortion; but

who planted the seed?

~Jessi (poem)

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