another day breaks
through thick hot air
today, hands grip you tightly

you explode, remaining intact:
now focused on your loss,
tasting a precursor to pain

you’re left holding that,
a silent naked saint,
while they carry your branches away

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it’s over in an instant
done before it begins

not a drop of blood spilled
no shred of rotting skin

all that remains of dinner
is an outline in the snow

today the pale ghost picked
the wrong fucking way to go

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the things I do are
weak versions of
the things I want to do

even the nice ones
even the bitter ones

raging thoughts
tempered instantly

some too much trouble
others not worth any

just like that the years
keep passing by

(cross-posted)

for me today, on
my way back home

you’ll bring me back
here — begging, thirsty —

before you pour down my
closure, won’t you, bitch?

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explodes into numerous
shreds of muscle, bloody mist
sprayed across the floor

ripped right where there was
a home for others, now
only an ever-widening pool

you’d think it impossible
to even survive that, and then
it happens all over again

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