sucks you in sucks you in sucks you up sucks you as black as ink. cuts skin deeper than i ever could.
holes
open wide. swallows on the wing—regret on the horizon. stretches. envelopes addressed, sealed with a kiss.
fingers
you left your mother left your father left his mother. infants turn cheeks, screams, “we were rooting for you.” you fall weak. you can’t speak out, only in and out. we left our mothers grasping.
numbers
one is never enough you always seem to forget the others exist too piled high in stacks too high, three hail mary’s for the symptoms you can’t cure, add five more, sics divinity on your sadness.
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