the unraveling
the thread
loose
and pulled, the unveiling,
the true
self
the naked
you
revealed
over time, over
days,
and months.
the slight tug
of
twine.
the box lid
opened,
the can,
the bottle top
unscrewed.
and out
out out, pours
the real,
the unfortunate
you.
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