I, It, Ambiguously Identified, Not Alone

The blood boils
Have you heard?
That you are my menace
That pain isn’t over
Live this way to stand still
Pacing forth and back to meter thoughts
Others I know seem to know me, too
Very well, I scream, very well to harm a stranger
Innocent, I dodge and push the blocks and needles aside
They follow, inject, strike, erase
Memory, a toy for demons
Taboo subject, superstition
Harder to discuss
Accusations run high
Silent, no test
Written word rage
In spoken word suppress
Those who speak only see it stare
In the wrong direction
It goes
It goes nowhere
The voices come

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