Underneath the grey matter
Disguised as pink to hide
Highways racing with blood
It is a black market year
Thoughts are jumping borders
Crossing lines
Like immigrant women
Searching for new lives
It is dingy and dark here
It is unknown and well hidden
From everyone but God
There is stock being traded
Openly but against my will
Obsessive and Intrusive
Have their place
Among the top bidders
At Auction
Followed closely by
Guilt and Immorality
It's a long way down
To this secret underground
Coming up would mean
Growth and exposure
And
Light hitting darkness
Does not promise anything
Other than the truth
To be open is not always
To be healed
And this side of heaven
Healing may only come in
Blinks and flashes
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