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Joe Satkowski Mar 2015
when I fell off the operating table I knew it was meaningless when I found out the doctors could not see the same shapes and bones and muscles I saw and I seen all of it I see it all I told them I seen it all before I swear if you offer me a hand out of this hole I will rip all the skin off your wrists you ******* I will never have revenge I will never know what truth feels like I was born waiting waiting to die that is the body is contorting and breaking because it cannot contain me I am free at last oh freedom what a feeling I say as the chair is kicked as I chuckle and tell you everything
Joe Satkowski Mar 2015
My thoughts are
throbbing migranes with corresponding images

I am asleep underground and it is much safer
You call your attorneys
and I'll call mine
Joe Satkowski Jan 2015
Heard you pounding at the door
and
I wanted nothing more than
to invite you in
Joe Satkowski Jan 2015
I have never seen my own face
Tell me what I should know

Crimson bursts from my sutures
The stitches dotting my spine dissolve and integrate themselves into what's left of the body's nervous system
I lay in pools of my own involuntary spew as I cackle with open eyes trapped in the depths of sleep
Joe Satkowski Jan 2015
unmoved.

he comes out for a drink
he is cradling the frail expectation of sunrise
he is convulsing and he breaks both legs on the stairs
he cannot stop laughing
he cannot stop shaking

she comes out for something to chew on
glancing at my most private synapse
she is biting her fingernails to brittle fragments
she wants me to remember what happened in the deepest shadow of the monolith
that she was perverted in God's right hand
with the other hand stuffed desperately into his pants

she wants him to remember everything she vowed to forget
Joe Satkowski Dec 2014
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Alive in a state of quiet observation
with sinks full of insects
and a body of christ

A document written in a dead language
The pledge is recited backwards
They embed themselves in the flesh

Spores used for growth or salts used for sniffing or songs used for sleeping
Joe Satkowski Dec 2014
Puncture wound, when pressure was applied to the chest cavity, it collapsed; the streets were blistering with heat and buckling with weight, his head was full of an unidentified substance, the noose was tied and  the body supplied the weight, their job was done; the silt of a lifetime of nightmares coated the frontal lobes of the body's brain, the cave was opened indefinitely.
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