thanks for the parting gifts

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sinking into the bed springs underneath the five quilts thick
we float lips across the room from our death beds
the stale wind they wet to whisper noxious bubbles through my guts
before i black out ill breath in your perfume
and cover my face with your hair as you push my nails back
my eyes turn your favorite color ,
then roll back in my wig
muscles contract to my ribs
the kittens crawl through my teeth from out of my stomach
ill dream about your small hands in the pouring rain
and wake up sick to an empty grasp

we could clasp, cordially.