by Anastasia Placido
Like I'm dying
split down the middle and folding
inside to out
or a poison rattling my veins
and I tremble, I shake, I strain, I flush
I cannot stop
I cannot stop
I need to touch
climbing a wall with fiery fingertips
losing my grip
losing
and you keep fucking with your lips
It's all so absurd
I mumble, I laugh, I shift and fidget
barking mad
a tree in the wind
with human skin
God I want to jump your bones so fast
I might well be a graverobber
or your savior
like your dying
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