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blood in the water

i shrug off rust there is lust in my blood stream sweet marrow these narrow tomorrows relentless on my joints my figurative speech beaches whales kills men for no reason my limbs ripe with darkness practically a season an impeachable reason to watch to listen to get even commit treason settle old scores close doors talk tough cut bonds bleed out on the kitchen floor i’m over this past regression future tense thrashing the bashing of everything for bragging rights chokes me up gagging spitting chewing swallowing momentum that never goes anywhere ever i fall asleep in the shower hoping i drown or cut my fingers on the drain trying to find out where all the fish go. 

Posted 07/06/18
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