you do just that you prize apart the mattress springs of my throat slivering hands greedily tear and I bleed coughing up the red words you told them I spoke and in my own bones you find me a prison
spread like disease uttered beneath a breath and every atom collected it filling and darted in a moment to the trees telling the secret to the sky and it rained down into the minds of men and made its way to the masses but what's it to you