I switch something on but all the songs
That play
Ask me where the fuck
Am I, and why
Am I not with you.
You taste sour and red
Coming back up
Through my throat.
Blood and phlegm
In increments,
I'll hack you the fuck back out.
Curled corner of my lip
And fingers, I'll go through
The diaries blue
Beneath my skin
And ex out all the entries
Written about you.
I'll pull fistfuls of
Your yellow voice
Out of my fucking skull, and I'll
Scream over your semiprecious words.
I don't need them anymore.
Red, blue, red
(Someday),
The colors of my heart will twist again.
Maybe my veins
Will function for once, maybe
My lungs will be light.
And I'll slam my feet into the puddles
Of you
That I've finally worked out from my system.
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