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[urban_____rural]

down halls
through turnstiles
and the unwavering, unrelenting
will they have. they being adolescents
lined at malls, led-filled maws.

gold-tipped fingernails
striking through her
ours
theirs
everyone's soft flesh.
they are nails to stabilize--
they swallow their screams.

a gullet of flesh and souls;
razors to fork our tongues.

uniform force. the way we sway.
the collapse of a thousand bindings--
she cut me. he cut me. they cut me.

Home: A place that disappears
when I leave. I sleep there.

We all drive into dark nights
with the same destination,

just different ports. Fucking boring.