Can't you see the wires tugging at my cheeks
I'm leaking oil and completely indifferent
My poems are about each other
Not themselves, not carefully zipped up skins
And you're fire gone out to find work
But it doesn't
I'm ashamed of a world that can't remember how to breathe
While my respirator kicks itself to loosen the needles
I don't wanna put words in mouths
I wanna put mouths in words
They'll leave the taste of fruit on your lips
Faintly caked with ash
Like the downy underbelly of a phoenix
Whose quills spill the chained vital fluids that normally drip
From the ears of lovers and fighters
The music is too loud
Slit your wrists so I can sleep
I don't want to help you
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