Chain lead to my avarice
So this hole I will dig, deeper with the rabbit foot
Tossing earth like some habitual salt ritual

Empty my empathy cask; so droplets of Amontillado saturate my discernment
To be reborn like the morning dew
Leaving in it's place a ruminative blemish

Drawing attention to a solitary splotch
Evokes disdain for one's integrity
Panoramically encapsulate their mosaic arrangement of fractals

Interlacing our deep-rooted insecurities
Forming your own Rorschach ink blots

Interpret what is uniquely yours

If pride rules your expression.
Hang this loudly from your bedside!

If shame torments your consciousness
.....Burn this promptly

Turn pages....Turn pages