mouths drip poetry
as nails dig into uncaloused skin
their collar bones stab the grey sky
there is no sun to feed their lusterless hair
there is no house that is empty enough to call home
our souls shrink inside us
as we thirst for reality
there are no calls for justice
for what is a concept in such an impersonal world?
bodies slam into each other
with no destination
rip out my eyes there is nothing left to see
cut out my tongue there are no ears left to hear
and no words left to speak
in the end the only thing left to do
is bleed poetry



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