crescent nail between bottom teeth,
weak enough to bend with the tongue
and fidget with until fracturing
into something invisible
and perfectly sized to swallow.
it picks things off its body
to feed itself with.
its cells, its scabs,
its nails, its spots,
its hands, its eyes,
its touch, touch,
touch, touch, touch,
searching for so long,
for so long, it says,
and gropes the corners of the room
feeling across the floor,
through the dust, tracing grooves of wood,
for something important.
it picks things off its body until there's
nothing left to search with.
it wants a friend, and it wants more
and i want more than more than more than that.
Sep 1, 2022
Sep 1, 2022 at 1:43 PM UTC
crescent nail between bottom teeth,
weak enough to bend with the tongue
and fidget with until fracturing
into something invisible
and perfectly sized to swallow.
it picks things off its body
to feed itself with.
its cells, its scabs,
its nails, its spots,
its hands, its eyes,
its touch, touch,
touch, touch, touch,
searching for so long,
for so long, it says,
and gropes the corners of the room
feeling across the floor,
through the dust, tracing grooves of wood,
for something important.
it picks things off its body until there's
nothing left to search with.
it wants a friend, and it wants more
and i want more than more than more than that.
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