get out
of my dreams, you
burning violent soul, your
teeth like knives and knives and knives and
you’re
tearing me

a
-*******
-part

so,
get off my back, those teeth
sinking in and
bleeding me, all the way
out to the hills and streams where
smoke, billowing from
your porcelain screaming organs,
making my skin grate along yours in
the dense black
fog of that shimmering
night under the pines
and

I’m not
*******
sorry
any more.