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i will love you like the inside of a glove
until we are worn out
and soft with each other
no one has seen the ancient machine
of eyes and tongue and bright beaded scales
flickering and slithering
like a heart birthed into the air
raw
and
living
screaming hearts
possess me
these are bitten days
bleeding sharply and cold into my cupped and waiting hands
between my fingers are you
and you
and you
and you most of all
trickling blue and still
my fingers like knives divide you
and divide you
and decimate your parts
to make you less
sundays are my best days in dull beaten shoes
from walking 17 miles to a church
none of my family believes in and we all sing
glory glory glory
gluttony
gloss
glare
gore
go
caught in the back of my throat cough cough cough the sound
guh
code for shock and wide eyes and a knife in the side of the neck
to wrench the sound free
guh guh god help me
i have seen the drowning
i have held their hands
i have given up the ghosts but they won't leave me alone
softly softly
trace the redeyes and bluelines
go quiet into that good night
there are monsters there
waiting
we do violence unto each other i have done violence there is a violence in me i am hollowed out i am not myself i am coming home i am missing a third part of myself thricimation cremation of the leg and the head and the hand let not my tongue have words to speak let not my eye see the rotten broken things there are to see let me be deaf and dumb and blind and blank let me end this
i have seen the drowning i have held their hands i have pushed their heads under the water
i have kept them there
in the clear icy water
i am an ocean of cold
and the drowned
until we are worn out
and soft with each other
no one has seen the ancient machine
of eyes and tongue and bright beaded scales
flickering and slithering
like a heart birthed into the air
raw
and
living
screaming hearts
possess me
these are bitten days
bleeding sharply and cold into my cupped and waiting hands
between my fingers are you
and you
and you
and you most of all
trickling blue and still
my fingers like knives divide you
and divide you
and decimate your parts
to make you less
sundays are my best days in dull beaten shoes
from walking 17 miles to a church
none of my family believes in and we all sing
glory glory glory
gluttony
gloss
glare
gore
go
caught in the back of my throat cough cough cough the sound
guh
code for shock and wide eyes and a knife in the side of the neck
to wrench the sound free
guh guh god help me
i have seen the drowning
i have held their hands
i have given up the ghosts but they won't leave me alone
softly softly
trace the redeyes and bluelines
go quiet into that good night
there are monsters there
waiting
we do violence unto each other i have done violence there is a violence in me i am hollowed out i am not myself i am coming home i am missing a third part of myself thricimation cremation of the leg and the head and the hand let not my tongue have words to speak let not my eye see the rotten broken things there are to see let me be deaf and dumb and blind and blank let me end this
i have seen the drowning i have held their hands i have pushed their heads under the water
i have kept them there
in the clear icy water
i am an ocean of cold
and the drowned