attachment is a nasty thing
it turns my hands to claws
grasping for the slightest morsel
tossed in my general direction
it makes me greedy
like the cock in the hen house
strutting and preening
and declaring my importance
with great screeching cries
and displays of domination
its hold is like a viper's grip
taunting me
threatening to swallow me whole
until, all consumed,
I am crushed and devoured
and all semblance of me
is extinguished
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