hold me
and rip me apart,
take my throat
and shake the words out
coalesce my essence
into iridescent shoots of grass
at the cusp of rotting,
and short stocky breaths;
pull at the breast pockets
where the pen breaks
and stains white shirt in
dark presses of hot, groping ink.
pull at the lips that are
caught between
a slice of lemon
and cherry-topped fabrications.
dusty plains of my tongue
aren't enough,
slide across sand with bruised
knuckles.
kick.
kill.
kiss.
shattering segments
of time, scattering sacraments
into scorching flame.
cap ' and com '
peel apart. their screams
fill the stadiums. broken
hands and broken guitar strings.
professor's glassed cracked
and abandoned,
like the windshield of the
man who's car was driven
off the road last week.
jesters leer.
indifferent. nothing will be ever done
about the fingers poking
from the blood-red ground.
so hold me
and rip me apart,
dig into my throat
and carve the words out
ik this only makes sense to me lmao.
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