What have I done?!
Sleep-self-harm –
I thought I was a snake –
that it was time for a new
garment of flesh.
Take the old to market.
Zip lines like
train tracks – my
face my throat my
left eye bulges out
out out from it’s
zippered frame
like stitches like
insect spines like
tube maps like
tyre marks like
bites. Gorge.
Little teeth on me like
Scowls Little scarlet scowls.
Little blistered tongues like emotional
Acne.
I think I just wanted to
Give you my flesh.
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