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catch

I can’t breathe

its tight

the air is wringing my neck

I’m bleeding

my trachea is wounded

its exhausted

flesh is tightening digging its death into me

tightening around my neck

aroused by the blood

heightened by the heat


push me

they want you to pound, reach harder

graft until it bleeds

till you bring that life in by the tongue and lash into this frost bitten world

they all want to see, they all want to see what they have you reduced to

to smile when they see you in your hovel

but they won’t live to reap the satisfaction


pocket full of flesh

Don’t bind me and cut me and forage me down

I am not a tree to be cut down by your venomous axe

you want to purge me and rid me climb me and conquer me.

My vines will eat you

Trap you

Suppress you

Power is not what you posses

Just as you are you will remain

A pocket full of Flesh

Flesh of my Flesh, Blood of my Blood


he

he made me feel like roses were the colour of my arms

and made sure each blood stained memory was left to serve

he set the graphic tone of distress as i bled all over him

the scars that place like ink through a funnel

replenish my arm and these eyes that stare at the faceless world are pools of broken glass

scraped together so the streets may never smile again.