to display my worthiness,
they asked for my work
implying my seriousness
would be judged by
my content
so naturally, i sent
the poems i deemed most inflammatory
each word carefully honed,
seriously
enough to prove my merit
but snide enough to let on
i was wise
to the game
they didn't take long,
letting me in
handed over the keys,
told me there would be no
time limit - after all,
i was working on it -
evolving into the person i would be soon,
and the new book
that would be placed on the shelf
showcasing
what we bleed
when left alone
to our own devices.
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