I am the ghost in your machine
Willow whispers round your gears
Roller coastered, one way to skin a lion.
I find myself uncomfortably numb.
Automatically voiced static shrills
Relax. Enjoy. White noise.
Silent haunting
You’re curled round my back brain
Lurker, never reaching out.
Her fist is my voice box
Clenched till the palm bleeds
Swallowing her blood makes me nauseous, today.
Bunch of fucked up kids
saving the worst behavior for our most beloveds
Crying about some damn trike
till the bike gets stolen.
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