Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Decathexis

"...my aloneness leaves me unfurled..."

Decathexis

In long-established fasteners
of familial zippers,
my aloneness leaves me unfurled.
We are so easily robbed
when we give ourselves to others.
Who will want to be a professional boxer
if epistaxis is the only reward?
When kindness is home,
no-one eyes the egress.







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