Bloody on the blanket
And bleeding out
Sopping wet and pathetic
And you want to hold it
You want your arms
With cuff cuff muscle
Muscle you rip through
And when you rip, it’s just the book page
Tree flesh they tore out
And ink black blood
Take it in stride
And you’re bleeding on the blanket
Opinionated
You ate it spat it out and ate it
When you knew the tongue
When you grew the tongue
It’s the bucket you kept in the corner
It’s the corner, it’s self, two plane collision
It’s the first mess
It’s kissing on the mouth,
It’s needing a drink to kiss on the mouth
It’s what about me
It’s too much of this, too little of that
And it’s lying down flat
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