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{cleanliness is next to godliness}

how do you stop your throat from burning

from salty tear-stained gulps and gasps

for oxygen that is no longer there?

there is too much carbon dioxide in the air now

and i want to fast forward into a world

where i can breathe in sweet helium

and ask for it to stop.

because there are times

when it's impossible to breathe

and when my puffy red eyes

can't open more than a millimeter

because you have glued them shut

with your accusations.

i didn't want to be gas station concrete any longer

i didn't want dirtiness to be my middle name

i only wanted to cleanse myself of you and your fists,

you and your laughter

you and your hatred.

i wanted to be clean.

 

(a.m.c.)

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