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[randombattlecry]

not now not now not now, she says,
I'm busy being sane:
but the voices all surround her
and poke fingers in her brain.

they take it out. they handle it,
more or less with care.
they take her hand all innocent, then
take handfuls of her hair.

name us, they said, or we'll name ourselves:
Monday, Friday, Green.
We'll give ourselves false pseudonyms
and not tell you what they mean.

this is love. this is hate.
this is what's between
the cracks in each and every plate
you throw to cause a scene.

you're not mad. you're not mad. you're just
the one who has the pen.
the fingers, the time, the empty space
to be filled up with them.

write about war. write about peace.
write about what you know.
make us up. breathe us in.
take us with you when you go.

don't think about escaping.
don't bother with a plan.
forget who you are. forget who you've been. write the words until we say you can stop:
the end the end the end the end the end the end the end the end the end