without Time to seperate us-
[chrono]logically we were all seperated
until my mind
fucked us-
all together -on this couch.
a forward motion cycling
backwards gcyclin
-ack ngcycli to repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat
w- ingcycl r d s
lincyc a
clingcy mo-ment-
yclingc in-different-
cycling
-shades of upholstery.
feeling raw with l s spl it OPEN.
e
a g bl
ee
d
in
g beneath a covered
I want to bre-ak
my teeth against your teeth
to bite e a c h one and line them up
in my stomach and dance
to my grumbling thirst.
A starving mouth.
I'll eat you up with my gingerbread couch
buttons, belly, and bones.
feast on my l s
e
g
as all seven hands rub the crack between
the cushions unseam
the lining and
set the frame on fire.
my l eaten bare
e s
g and
face
melting like -hot plastic
my desire-
-dowsed in kerosine
my- body
picked -clean- by vultures the harrowing truth
of
my seemingly still furniture
placed just-so to cover the stain.
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