There’s nothing like a good poem

about a

good

old

“Fuck you”

so,

Fuck you

and fuck every

time I kept

myself

from

unraveling

 

there, I finally

made it solid

matter

 

nothing 

is like

unraveling

skin, intestines, blue veins

 turn to

octopi, roots

faces

all of my worried

faces

transform

eyes koi hummingbirds

and hands

only shells bones

coagulate

keep me

in now

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