mixed up

i smell the sulfur in my blood as it drips from my fingernails onto the ground - iron returning to iron. sometimes i think i see macroscopically because faces aren’t faces they’re eyes staring back at me. i can’t bring myself to look so i stare at the cracks of their hands - broken palms moving back and forth to words i don’t understand. i see the sky and think of the sea and wonder if the clouds taste of salt - but there’s a growing buzz that sounds like vocal chords being rubbed against one another like the shriek of a violin, so i cast my gaze to my own flesh. it is beige and soft and strange and i just want to rip it off and expand past the atmosphere - leaving behind calcium and phosphorous. instead i continue to bite away at myself and rain red.

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