echo i jump at the
veins hollering
hot under the
pink backs of my
left and right.
a lazy
mouth, that metal
echo
forms an "o"-
lip, something this
woman does and
leans against something
dry, this lady sure can
sing because my
blood is beating my
hands into fists.
a drink i take to
one and its pulp is sturdy
i float, my feet contort my
clothes burn my hair
falls and i drown.
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