anxious as always.
tracing my fingers on a frame
of an outdated.intricate-picture - of faces without. names
family history bought and sold. at a shop on the corner
for three quarters. their misery takes it's place
on the border
between depression and obsession- for that which we can not have
no matter how hard we fight.
we're always dying to fall back- into the arms
of a stranger. eyes revealing their past
we wish for their hopes. we die for their anger
fantasized.lies we despise ourselves for shoving a coat hanger
up our own thighs.inside- to abort any tears that we cried
tossing our lives into a manger- our saviour has died
lies.lies.lies.-wordspears to the sky. weep for humanity
we killed Jesus Christ


we are a cervical cancer- to a new birth of life.
spite. trite words- and a spit-fired delight
oilpaintings. and holy water- watching the colors run
night sung- kick the gun. look down the barrel
you're blinded by the sun


pupils scarred- be happy. because happiness won't last for long

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