i want the lights
to fall out of my eyes
like shardsi want to make myself bleed
with the way people
look at mei want to rip out my voice
like it's a rusty
instrument
i want to carve his evil
into my skin
so that i always feel himi want to detach my bones
from my tendons
and move around like an angeli want to spit out my emptiness
and use the threads of it
to knit a black holei want to swallow the whole sun
and pretend like i
matter
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poetry for the poetic: 5
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