My eyes are stacked in houses.
I juggle them as easily
as the serpent climbs my throat
And sinks its venom
into my voice.
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the slate walls were mistook for obsidian as we walked.
Holding hands with myself and glancing over to my own eyes.
Confidently mistaken.
When you pulled me from the water,
Onto your back,
I remember asking
In a voice still far away
Why we were here
And you told me
That I had been underwater to long
And had started to rot.
