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Jun 2015
I open pre-approved credit cards like love letters.
Growling under bedsheets.
A twitching right eye inside of blue screens.

I think my bones are going deaf.

My insides are lava
My outsides are lava
I am fractured and glowing
I am killing natives
I am slowly swallowing.

Quiet
not calm
boiling.
Copyright, C. Heiser 2015
Carly Two
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