Artificial neons
Blacks that glow
and reverberate into thick waves of splinters
Which I sleep on
Tar dried
and chiseled cold
Lacquered,
singled
mass ant link.
Judge me bitter in their ocean
Yet I am the wind that
Kneads the waves.

Rain specks on summer glazed skin
Flicking, pop 
Pop on the glass
There.
Up. 
The spiels and towers,
Mountains of layering wet 
Unbrazen
Loom
Wind picks up
Trees sing and throw limbs
Arms
And fingers
The Godseats' fluff rises and strings sun
From star yellow, blind white
Top to low grey I can brush with a pole
Revealing the simmering cold inside, a sheet of rain
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A fallacious quivering clean
Fisheye perspectives on the green streams of cells.
Spinning in itself, swimming and reverting.
Caresses the surface it faces below.
Pierced and reflected, shimmering sunlashes quiver at the breath of leaves.
One star of a sky-
One fallen hair a humanity-
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Sugar
Crawling sucrose like epidemia venom
Sugar 
You can't taste it yet
It's a breaker, Cane
Covered in stick, reflective skin glue 
Guile is my epidermic scale
A proud,
imminent
groveling
I'm not above this either.
Paths of writhing firth will find me, Cane
Sweet as your Plague
My plague
Us, we die fleshed pollen
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 Cut my heels
make me click bone.
Make me decide where I'll root the ground with my red.
Sulphur incarnate
I am tired of my Sodom.
I'd prefer the wax to the breath.
Today-existence is a burden
because tomorrow it will be me
who limps with nothing to lean back on,
because the earth on my heels
wasn't mine.

 So much middle ground
I beat my feet and palms against.
Too much middle ground 
and not enough.
One side of middle ground soaks through my skin 
I walk on needles
walk on spells of hatred
and denied shame.
Other side has no ground.
In dreams I teach myself to rise there.
On those sides, I have a favorite color.
I have emotion and opinion.
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 Slick like the linear lines of your bone limbs
But are you there
Are you the infestation that I want everyone to see?

And you,
you just want a fitted person to love.
Someone of worth to know.
Because they want to.
Comprehend
the dripping leaks on the walls you press against.
The inner isolation that's relished
required-
appreciated.
Withholding love
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 I have found
How much weight my words carry
When someone listens-
and understands how they throughly won't.

It is a vitreous, filmy breath.
Thin, pliable; stone to force.
How rich we would be
how gravid and full to bursting-
if we felt our soul at all times.
Well now, this intricate glasswork of flame grows quick to my structure. 
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 Doze on unfocused and untouched
Press on me
Umbilical cord tied to the spiked bars
I'll let you
My crib of thorns
Turn me heathen
Now only slipping poison
Chimes my mind
Pushing through my lungs
It knows what I wish 
I can taste it
What I won't admit
Because I want you
You've awoken me
To destroy me
Finally

Start Over
Reload
Erase
Delete
Rewrite
Clear
Remove
Cut off
And choose what you wish so much to have,
to care about.
To react to.
To let control you.
Words are bare thread minimum lies.
And until you fulfill them, that's all they are.