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Poetry

My Dybbuk

An animal with ill-intestines?

No. It is a dybbuk with ill-intentions.

Possessing and mastering me,

To the point that I can’t see

Which part is mine

& which is the invader, trapped behind my line.

You can’t tell, so don’t even try.

He’s smooth and tricky with just the right lies.

© 2021 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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