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Until It Left These Burnt Walls

When i put this future in the microwave:

Would you say it pops like popcorn?

Or like kneecaps?

Bottlecaps?

 

And if i wrapped it in tinfoil

Would it spark?

Or disappear?

Or pop at all?

 

And if i placed the plug between my lips

And closed my eyes,

Would the door open?

Would time really matter?

Would my mother judge my current life decisions?

 

And then if the morning after i woke

Electrified, paralyzed and confused

Would wool feel still so itchy?

Would i still be where i stood?

Or there at all?

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Nov 5, 2014
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