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i am trying to separate

to tear the skin from the you

but the skin is music

and every song is a conjuring

i can’t listen to the ghosts or with them

but i am always drawn back

i can’t sing into their mouths

mouths without teeth that will swallow me whole

turn me into a pipeline

bedridden with all these psychedelic blankets

i yell out the window enough to be kurt cobain’s muse

sew banshees into my nailbeds

can’t tell if i want

modest animals or feral humans

interpolate the beat until i have made it something else

a song i have never heard

i yell out the ending to another story.

but is it an ending

or just a ceasefire.