still beating i think
don’t push me over
the floor is slippery
a sheen of black oil
why can’t you see?
the hole in the ground
through the carpet
my heart at the bottom
still beating i think
i’m trying to run
legs growing heavy
melting inside my skin
looking over my shoulder
eyes branding me
dripping off
the back of my head
down my body
under my feet
head hitting the floor
eyes shining black
hole in your soul
my heart in your fist
still beating i think
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