something in the dark scratches me
I'm under a rock
you love and hate
the endless, dull manipulation
my skin is red
it scratches, my fingers extend, reaching.....
stung by tiny sparks
there is madness
has to be, a certain time
such madness, I'm out of my element
the pin is hot blood is red
spun away, away I can't fix it
I'm begging, not meant to beg
they stare, fixed
they say it's an accident
oh, how it is!
purple is on my neck
teeth touch my toes
we bonded can't unbond
the sidewalk is empty
they speak, they aren't heard
faces in the window, grotesque
exaggerated
it's all yours, couldn't be mine
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