A very Freudian poem
My old man’s castrating me today. I know it. I can feel it in my balls. The anxiety like unsettling waves of darkness making me cower and hide. Peekaboo, he says with a lopsided grin, and I want to tell him I don’t see mother that way, despite what the mad theorist says. There’s no… Continue reading
When I was younger, the world beckoned me to explore it, to play football on the streets using the gates of houses as goals, to ride my bicycle into neighbouring districts, finding unfamiliar faces my age and befriending them, but as I grew older, I sought to bring the world to… Continue reading
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