silence manifested as noise and the pull of the trigger before the gunshot

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mon cherie, i'm the goddamn time bomb
you're the unholy seconds between
the beginning and the deconstruction of your atoms and the very fabric of your being

not ripped apart or charred to dust but a slick dissection
the universe has always been a forensic pathologist

and she's here to flex her muscles,
so let her get down to business

the mechanical endeavor
the fraction of a heartbeat
you take all the dreaded time you need
when you're chewing gum and flapping lips and taking hits and
dishing it
and sticking meanings onto idle things

but she's grinning with a mouthful of
black-hole-teeth ready to suck you in like a lollipop

you're a sucker

for thinking you could ever be anything but a body
you still think yourself a no body type of boy (think yourself a god-like type of boy)

but man, i hate the heat that radiates off of your cheap cigarettes and taunting smirks
and all your insignificant words that play like war movies in my head
over and over again

sprinting across my neurons and skirting around my chemical imbalances

i may be an astronomical disaster but at least i'm natural

you're something faux

with a plastic skeletal frame and a heart you purchased from a walmart clearance shelf
the universe is gonna have a surprise in store for you

i can't wait till she chops you up and figures out how you work
each cog and wire and hunk of metal
and the flesh she may find

how you came to be and how we can prevent
you from ever appearing again

you know

time is not a torpid thing
nor is it ever-moving
but we keep going until we stop
and even then we never stop going

we want and we need
but there is no difference between the two
because they're both just words
and words aren't real
and neither are you

and you've made me desperate enough to care about this

but you're only seconds

away from leaving

and i'm the bullet

that you could be eating

if you remained

without the proper headgear



Deafeningly,
                       RB

Deafeningly,                       RB

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