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I am you When I flinch, and The narrow, inciting glimpse of What I really think marquees along my cheekbones Just below allegiance because I know now, my emulsions Keyed to You are another person Your face mangled, colored by Someone else's audience Each crease straining to drink yourself in And when they ebb You wane But not this time Instead, You stand, drenched In a fountain of bitters, Your lips Having been dipped to and bruised by the ink of Your tar Together, bared Your sins On display for us, but I am blind to them, stricken By just you And you are insulted, injured And I am disallowed To see, as I am you, And you can't

Fear of falling in too deep To possibly climb out Encircle in a silver wire Girding off past route Tripping into subterrain Oblivious intent Sight and light all fade to black Hellish vision, bent Clutch at useless floor debris Calcium, brittle, cracked Desperate grasps at concertine Despite the pain it wracked Caught and tangled up in blades Teased over the void Thoughtless care brought to the edge By thinking to avoid

Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time a little child prayed to God. He liked the stuff God made, so he asked if he could make God's stuff too. God told him no. The little child tried to anyway, and he did, and this made God angry, but God loves the little children, so God instead gave the child a sandbox. The little child was to keep all of the stuff he made in the sandbox, but the little child would spill the sand, and the army men, and their guns, and their bombs, and their blood, and their families everywhere outside the box and into the world. The things got all over everyone outside the box, and this made God angry, but God loves a

You did it again, putting the words in my mouth Feeding me something ridiculously inedible And calling it my recipe And I thought it was your cookware breaking (and it had just broken again) But my stomach turned sour and rejected it And you are clueless as to why I vomited up the meal like I'd just eaten rotten gruel So I gave you more of my words Better-seasoned, but But now my breath stinks of that awful mess You made of your words

Viscous, dripping, whipped around All the sins lay bared on ground Lashed unto the weakened plane Inundate and drown the pain Empty acts of felt intent Permeate the fractured, bent Absolution knows no pill Madness bulged against the seal

Kindness wrung to static pause Silence in spades Terror given birth to claws Justify the blades Monstrous acts of mind and maw Begging red for sin Love accused by treason law Ravaged for a win Killer calls out from the void Mercy to inspire Demure devil now toxoid In the Trash Empire All the flails and scales and tales Offered to the light Lashing out at demons pales To finding out you're right

Carved and crushed and chiseled form Canis Lupus holds her storm Fixed behind redundant cells Loudest pain and deepest hell Variant and varicose Bash against the comatose Hammer, blade, and needle lied On respite from the other side Feral fear of flight or fall Hating what was once forestall Tremble from the baying call Boulder rams the alloy wall Slowly snuff a black-hole sun Feathered beings, two-to-one Subtle breach with every prayer "Help us take her from its glare"

It's hour 38 of crushing another weakness Starving the ants beneath my skin I'm switched off While you levy another pound of vengeance. This time it was a song off someone's phone Nobody needs to know they're playing a trojan You find another backdoor It's always the same Ringing, screeching, claws Your ears are always closed And you're screaming again Lech, Knave. I scrape it up, counting all my debts Seeing where I went wrong and Exactly why I should pay for your portal And no matter what justice I help you fabricate It doesn't balance out and my scales break. Here you are again with your army of sympathy and material Cramming your syru

I want to smash your heart to dust And make it whole again I want to take your limbs apart And make you whole again I want to hide your favorite thing And bring it back again I want to leave you scared and lost And bring you back again I want to swallow all your joy And throw it up again I want to clip your prideful wings And throw you up again I want to tip you past the edge And don't let go, and then I want to ask you what I get And don't get to, again

Terra firma, scattered dry Flapping petals, beating fast From a wasteland, flee and fly Hydro-trial, second class Floating through the power rot Expedition judged a sin Acid hurled and bullets shot Watchmen miss their mark                                           again Against the axe, against the blade Against the underside of boots Against the barren river clay Against the stone, dictamnus roots