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by Yabyum
Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-09-27 18:01:00
reflections a post for mortem
staring at myself
is throwing up
words in umbilical vaginal wanna go thoughts
choke me
choke me
wont you even try?
every clue that came to you
have you ever felt like i was glue?
could you shred yourself
ask me
i’ll become scissors in your hands
in
be
tween fingers
and if you tell me that you know
i’ll bleed in
i’ll clean him
i’ll sell all he ever thought