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One knows that there's no answer but one feels compelled to ask.
The question feels so natural as one goes about their tasks.
Some people hit the bottle or the needle or the flask
as the question it consumes them until there's no turning back.
You force one to confront you, world, you force one to submit,
as one starts to see they're really you, bit by bit by bit.
The question feels so natural as one goes about their tasks.
Some people hit the bottle or the needle or the flask
as the question it consumes them until there's no turning back.
You force one to confront you, world, you force one to submit,
as one starts to see they're really you, bit by bit by bit.
Literature
on me
on me
For an exam I had to memorize all the tactics we use to get people to like us.
I tell you I like you even if I don't.
I feign similarity even if I am as black as you are white.
I make myself attractive with scalpels and starvation.
I project modesty even if I like to brag.
I do not like this, but I still wear bright red low-cut tops to job interviews
and lie about my interests and achievements around strangers.
There is a tension between truth and sleeping ignorance. I am searching for the core.
At the center of it all, a pulsing, slimy revelation waits for me.
I don't know if it is a deeper crime to act this way without knowing,
or
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I fell in love through a thin sheet of glass
Scraping my skin on the shards as it shattered.
And I fell asleep reaching for your hands
Dreaming of unwritten notes and dial tones.
I thought it would taste like pink lemonade,
But the way I say your name is metallic.
I thought you would be a way to escape,
But my wires got crossed and I became lost.
You're just chasing residual noise
And I'm losing my digital voice.
Literature
Book Club
You mistake
The knife for the cake.
You savour the gore, lick
The conflict, flavour already
So like blood, but more.
Heady, metallic.
Hang a balloon in your ribs,
Pop it with a rail spike.
Bang.
A peel of plastic, maroon,
Like a bib, remains.
That’s how it feels,
That pain.
Promises are hammers.
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ugh this is sick dude
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