are mine
33×9
minus
an
100 years
plus six more
riddle me from moons

black cats spit on my path
that's me licking
when they
attack

my death bleeds every day
****** from the womb
my words
displayed
see me
hear
me
chewing

on my fetus limbs
scratching
my
mothers
insides
from
with
in
blow on me

blow on me from the pipers sleeve
get your fake loves grip
outta me

her wrist slit from ear to ear
silence burgled
from
her
throat

my death is clear
we will
make
love
to
my
self
one more time

she whispered in my ear
wind chimes
we could
never
hear
reaching out to reach his demands
my ******* were hardened
by
his
old
hands
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