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I read the word resentment and the image of a serpent, coiled and hissing, rises.

A pinched and scowling face. My own.

A wounded wolf in a trap, snarling and ready to kill.

Resentment is bared fang towards the other

that motherfucker who made me feel less than

that bitch that told me what to do or how to feel

The very next feeling is sadness. Remorse. Even self-loathing

the bared fang directed towards me

same violence turned on self

annihilation.

And then I feel squirmy

wanting to move and dance and shake shake shake this shit off

immediately

get free of it

run away and hide perhaps

take a drink

smoke a butt

seduce a woman

anything but this shit

Ahhhh..... Ok.

I see you there

Awwwww.

Sweet sweet boy

You are safe

You are loved

You are LOVING

You are love.

Repeat and repeat and repeat.

You are LOVING

Remember

Re-member

You are love.

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