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Jan 2014
I am the filth of my mother's womb.
I am the earth beneath my brother's tomb.
I'd rather drink from the cup that had your blood
than the clean white one outside by the fountain.

I am a dark spot on the clearest piece of cloth. I am
the dark that kills the day. I am the dark that hides
my mother's blood. I am the dark that swallows you
entirely. I am the dark that swallows light.

I am a black hole.

I am the black hole that swallows myself. I am
the black hole that presses on your wounds until
the blood comes gushing out and into my mouth.
Gushing and gulping.

I am the knife that cuts you into pieces. I am the
***** that digs into the earth for holes that will
contain my brother. I build my brother's tomb
and I fill it with the filth from my mother's womb.
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