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I'd rip your teeth raw rare

with my skin if I could help

the dire state I'm in.

Black black like a bloated tongue

and thick I repeat the words

sung

over and over inside

the picture

it sticks like a fly

on tar paper to the back of my eyes

a nipple-less breast

it's pores bursting black maggots

really you are a clove,

but I see bugs

pustules to push from the dirty pores

like blackheads on the edges of my nose

make my skin burn hot clean pain

and my hands are unclean. I could be

contaminated

and AIDS lives on doorknobs

festers on taps and elevator keys.

Bless the germs that keep my hands red and raw

dry, palm cracked and oozing, exposed

to the germs

rinse, wash, water, rinse, repeat

repeat repeat repeat

My lips are bleeding from

the touch of my sharp brittle nails

to my soft flesh

it yields so why do you pick

pick at it until it tastes like

silver metal jewelry that my

teeth can squeak over and over

and it's this wave of agitation

suffocating chest compressing

adrenaline, cold then hot, then an itch

a tick of the ring of my hands

the flick of my dancing toes

go go go go go go go go go go

you know how to scratch

as maggots fill my head

and leave me unable to rest

my hurried heart

why don't you fucking shutup

illogical voice that is disconnected

and can't possibly belong to me

you don't make sense

but you won't leave.