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i can feel my heart
sink, then sour in
my abdomen, and
now i feel ill--
the smell of cheap
cigarettes waft from
the corner, flicked
by the bored kids
and while my ribs
cradle me and hush
me, soft mother's
lullaby--these aren't
all mine, not real
where angels crash
into cars, the shadow
from streetlights cast
by night-butterflies
shine over the face
eyes closed, (for now)
the door makes
me jump, unaccu
stomed to the slam
of an echo of
closure.
sink, then sour in
my abdomen, and
now i feel ill--
the smell of cheap
cigarettes waft from
the corner, flicked
by the bored kids
and while my ribs
cradle me and hush
me, soft mother's
lullaby--these aren't
all mine, not real
where angels crash
into cars, the shadow
from streetlights cast
by night-butterflies
shine over the face
eyes closed, (for now)
the door makes
me jump, unaccu
stomed to the slam
of an echo of
closure.
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The crowds made me nervous,
so I left.
so I left.
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closing in
first a glance
than a step
hunger
nothing better to do
drop the current act
throw it away
something else for us
volt of vultures
a murder of crows
a screech-a caw
won't give you yours
give me mine
fell upon the target
casting large
fingers over eyes
smell to smell
mouth to mouth
lost the scent
only a grain of wood
a nail upon the handle
not a single sound
first a glance
than a step
hunger
nothing better to do
drop the current act
throw it away
something else for us
volt of vultures
a murder of crows
a screech-a caw
won't give you yours
give me mine
fell upon the target
casting large
fingers over eyes
smell to smell
mouth to mouth
lost the scent
only a grain of wood
a nail upon the handle
not a single sound