this is not about god

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u make me full
like i dont hav bone
blood muscle tendon nerve
just rubber or clay
from core to skin

gasping and hurting
when only it could ever be
i live in the vision of the words
cave like nest in mud
scraggle tree against blackblue lightning sky

and now on repeat
i hear u test and try
rattle against the self
that lived and died as wick and flame
i cum to ur call again again

hoping to stay in the dark of
the bathroom alone full
and sad a line of light just there

doing laps of the country school
with u in my ears
and suicide a tumor on my heart

thank you for seeing me
naming me thru folklore
luv

Posted Jun 16, 2018, 2:24 AM UTC · edited