it spills out of a closed wound
a hole carved in you that you've covered a thousand times
you gag it down, but it come up anyway
pours out of your eyes and ears
tastes like smoke.
hot tar, sticking to everything
***** again, ***** again
filthy, immeasurably filthy
you want so badly to be cleaned
sticky and thick, you're choking
stop it up, close the hole again.
you're choking, close it up.
you're choking.
you turn them over in your head
over, over, turn it around
every angle, every reflection
every reaction,
you know the sharp edges
it isn't a surprise when they cut you again
you don't pick up a razor and not expect to cut something.
carve away the old scars, deeper in
cut them down to bone.
you'll heal again, close up over the infection and need to be cut away.
if you weren't the infection, you could be cured.
sticky, thick, you're choking again.
close the wound.
Aug 1, 2021
Aug 1, 2021 at 6:51 AM UTC
it spills out of a closed wound
a hole carved in you that you've covered a thousand times
you gag it down, but it come up anyway
pours out of your eyes and ears
tastes like smoke.
hot tar, sticking to everything
***** again, ***** again
filthy, immeasurably filthy
you want so badly to be cleaned
sticky and thick, you're choking
stop it up, close the hole again.
you're choking, close it up.
you're choking.
you turn them over in your head
over, over, turn it around
every angle, every reflection
every reaction,
you know the sharp edges
it isn't a surprise when they cut you again
you don't pick up a razor and not expect to cut something.
carve away the old scars, deeper in
cut them down to bone.
you'll heal again, close up over the infection and need to be cut away.
if you weren't the infection, you could be cured.
sticky, thick, you're choking again.
close the wound.
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