#1
A sleep.
Broken thing. Collector of bones. Witchy girl. Which he…
Sad sack, sorry for yourself what for for what?
For a claw at your scruff
his hand there
his hand there
his hand there
I wake up
again
again
again
with his hand there.
Your hands can’t touch anything now girl, which he () girl
they are strangers
collapsing like shot geese
broken porcelain
a shattering grasp
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#2
I want them all off me
I can’t carry it all
(I take her to the woods to burn her clean)
and you
through your prism of memory
come echoing out of a screen
who are you? who are you?
I am not your summer
I am electric cruel and barren
clutching the soil to earth my current and resurrect myself
and all my ripened ruined fruit
I am anger and decay
I am ugly voodoo
spitting chili’s at the tombs of the tormentors
daring lazarus to fight me till I spit fury in his fucking eye
veins that once gushed
strawberry wine
are trenches of venom dug by badmens’ pain
oozing their menace across cheesy flesh
#3
dear late come friend (near stranger)
you see
I am a conduit of necessary evil
a hanging tree
the weapon wielded by beasts to slay their own demons
I am not a person
there is no me.
Sionnachaí 