I, for once. You, again

You should know now that

 

I've spent the last 10 years biting my back

whetting my nose

screaming at the Sun

moistening my fingers diligently

eating up a quarter of what was left of me

licking screens

forging a sharp, stinky blade

hoarding mold-infested furniture in my cellar

drinking the blood of my pet

prostrating before the tall trees

lurking by your windows and nearby shadows

 

And yet still, I stand here before you, half-blind and nearly dead,

telling you I've known the truth for a long time,

and that despite all this, my teeth are clean, and my hands eager,

and your skin is far-removed-safe from my esophagus,

and that the violins are silencing, so we might just as well enjoy this last dance.

 

(Oh, you didn't wanna hear that? It didn't even matter to begin with? Oh, I see. Okay. I get that. See ya, then…

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