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the piano, playedthe piano wire pounds
hammering out the last tune
let my fingers caress this music
choke out a song
it's turning this way and that
a little current in the room
at least the floor is unstained
i'm hunched on the floor
the sunlight pours through me
i'm a heat wave on the glinting boards
if the brain would have worked
if it had come right-side out
too young they said, as the dirt rained down.
boot on my neck.
two serpents wound so closely
their bands of muscle constricting
too close, too close
clinging for life
cleaving too tightly
let me loose, i want some air
deep breath into distorted lungs
you're dead, you're dead
no space, no distance
no elliptical journey for you
arm's length isn't good enough
don't want a hand to hold,
want a throat to crush.
the graveYou've eaten my insides,
scooped all of me on to your platter,
my brain you've filled with flowers
of your face
This was my pain,
it's a mirror looking back at me,
and every time i reach my hand to take yours
you slice my wrist, too.
How can i save me again?
it's not me this time,
but i feel like i am
dying with you.
terminal velocitythrow me to the ground
and watch me bounce like a glass ball
cover me with leaves
i writhe in my grave
slice me, i am fruit
a pool of juice ripples outwards
rinds in the trash
a broken doll with a lazy eye
i rot my strings
mangled mannequin doesn't dance
plummeting through solid air
no one there to catch me.
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