Glass
mother, I’ve been twitching in your sky with chains
masturbating to a blood shot stain
you crawl like I want to
melt to bone and blue
you float like angels do
when I touch for ecstasy and bleeding truth
if I ever lived
death wouldn’t sound like orgasms and light
I wish warmth
wouldn’t scream contort
when I lie in
glass
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