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Mar 2015
i want you to
crush my skull like a watermelon
gently step on it — till it explodes
and leaves a wet pink mess,
until the dark seeds in my brain
come spilling out into the concrete,
red watery juice seeping into the cracks.

oh, what a sweet
release of pressure, what
a satisfying sound
it makes when the ripening fruit of my fears comes
undone by your hand.
k f
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