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Tonight, I cannot sleep because I am too hot. My face shines like wax With sweat and oil And the heat is like wet jellyfish in my clothes And I must *** so I get Up and when I see the dark me-creature in the mirror I think of myself not as human But blood and bones and fat and meat. Just a biological fleshpile. Chalk and butter and copper juice and pink slime hamburger. I won’t turn on the light because I Like to pretend to be blind when it’s dark. I pretend that blackness is just water to swim through And I feel my way to the can. I leak yellow And think of hospital catheters And how I’m just a bag of warring fluids Propped up on sticks. I get up and vertigo swirls my brains With an egg beater on low Until my inner ear is quite confused And I go whump on the sharp tiles like a dropped onion. Before I flip the light switch, All I can get through my greasy three-pound brain is "Maybe it'll need an X-ray." I slaughter And mangle myself in this manner Every five minutes. All night. I don’t want to be a thing that dies.
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Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 4:22 AM UTC
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Tonight, I cannot sleep because I am too hot. My face shines like wax With sweat and oil And the heat is like wet jellyfish in my clothes And I must *** so I get Up and when I see the dark me-creature in the mirror I think of myself not as human But blood and bones and fat and meat. Just a biological fleshpile. Chalk and butter and copper juice and pink slime hamburger. I won’t turn on the light because I Like to pretend to be blind when it’s dark. I pretend that blackness is just water to swim through And I feel my way to the can. I leak yellow And think of hospital catheters And how I’m just a bag of warring fluids Propped up on sticks. I get up and vertigo swirls my brains With an egg beater on low Until my inner ear is quite confused And I go whump on the sharp tiles like a dropped onion. Before I flip the light switch, All I can get through my greasy three-pound brain is "Maybe it'll need an X-ray." I slaughter And mangle myself in this manner Every five minutes. All night. I don’t want to be a thing that dies.
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Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 4:22 AM UTC
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