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Aug 2017
Carve my name in hieroglyphs
On these little oval bullets,
That I'll shoot inside my stomach
To dissolve the spider eggs;
Lain by my queen's sweet kiss.

I want to feel my toes float and twitch
As little legs crawl over the light switch,
Evading my hungry eyes
Starving for a sign-
A breath, a beat; I can't feel my heart when I'm in sticky pseudo-sleep.

Numbness crawls under my skin, with precision
To the places within that I like to keep hidden.
My bed, a coffin; these sheets, dirt.
My bones won't move, lodged deep in hurt

I take these to fall asleep, mentally
Let the screens my corneas scrape
Show and tell me a pretty story.
Where our hero is ****** by glory,
And a villain is birthed by his side;
Distressed damsels are out *******
Petrified bodies to purified minds.

Take me away diphenhydramine
Where my heart won't ache,
For the song the red light sirens sing.
Slur pee
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Slur pee  29/F/Texas
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