you’re a dead end, a goddamn severed limb. I pressed the welt to feel shit shuddering. “i’ve been longing to keep in sin” stuck dragging triflin’ trash wearing trickled ingrown faces “starin’ at my insides!” I’ve got dead ends to mend. suffering serrated shards of swill, i’ve spent all that i’ve saved and i can’t pay. doctor won’t you give me the drill? I’ll make do with wires and screws tilled from radiated dirt, spoiled and inert. We raise spent hearts to our mouths, giving way to open pulsing cavities. Marked X with pale plaque, they say it’s good to drink old blood.
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