I seem to trip
over the same tangled wires
ever so often
havent i learnt my lesson
so many stitches
its no longer a knee
but a network
of exlovers
and beneath it all
is bone and emptiness
I am the kind of girl
who swings on merry go rounds
long enough
hard enough
till she chokes on her own vomit
just because
she wanted to see..how much more she could take.
we
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