heartbreak V / Verschiebung

I’ve been collecting
   old fears, ancient dears
                        and pain–
      poured them
       on someone else
     (someone,
   any one,
    no one)

but really, I’ve
    been carving on
rotten wood; fixating
   on its soft  
              stench,
 the moistness
            of death.
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