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this broken glass

these collected pieces of glass

this substance

strives to open large wounds in my chest

that i will use against you

sew your mouth closed

a rusty needle and thick leather thread

for the things you’ve said

i’ll listen to your muffled screams

and then i’ll take a glass form my collection

and poke you in the eye

blood will come pouring down your pretty face

but i shall never give up

for all the things you said

they hit me where you cannot even feel

see this acid

do you see it running down your body

bubbling up your skin  

and ripping open the stitches

leaving your lips torn and bloody

let it rest

as i poke holes into your wrists

your neck

your eyes can see the blood falling into cups

begin to drink

you die

my bloodied front and whip-lashed back

i take my glass and cut into my wrists

to sacrifice my life to this mess