food grime in a sink drain
spiders on your crawling face
death sentence fragments
disrupting the brain's tendency
to build webs, so I read your mind
only I don't exist, I'm merely hypothetical
surrounded by the composite sketch
of a hive mind
collectively unconscious
the worst thought, that eternity
is strictly hypothetical as well
and I, no you, no
this is all so misleading
and Molly Died Missing Anything
familiar
damp. disgusting. as much as she
wished also to forget"
sometimes I am appreciated
and it is at those times I am most suspicious
paranoid, insecure, loved
loved
sometimes I am loved and I am most skeptical
standing on babies to save myself from flames
begging for your giblets
generally not giving a fuck
but asking for one
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