By Becky Finnegan
My blood is like rust
in my veins cold fusion forms on this carcass called a soul. the sun always hurts my eyes, just knowing it shines on you. At night I dream the
same old decoded digital dreams. When I wake it's the something as it was the day before. Sometimes I can still
hear you, maybe feel you. Laugh you fucking bastard. I still hear you many worlds away. I still have knives in my back from all times you touched me & made me feel real, not like some broken machine you left to rust. Here's your knife
plunge it in me & start cutting. what amusement do you get from leaving your old lovers to rot at your feet like skeletons in a boarded up closet? I move through the day a metal zombie. waiting......... to feel alive again & for the sun to shine |
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