what secret pleasures
or hatreds
or terrors
are you indulging in from the time you turn out the light
to the time that the dark waves imperceptibly wash over you?
Who is ravishing you
or being smashed into oblivion
or hurting the ones you love the most?
Are they images
that you would never
could never
will never
speak of with anyone
even unto death,
the innermost sanctum of your temple,
the Holy of Holies?
Are they reflections of your true self
or do you even know that any more?
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