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sudaneseho · 1 year
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the dog cracks skin on my hand
and the first thing i think of is the texture of my forehead
my wit shows that my ducks are in a row
beneath the polluted surface they are lifeless, sinking
i remember my breath will always turn into another
you know me better than my mother
my mouth is splitting at the corners
i’ve always wanted to know what it feels like to be punched in the face
please god someone just do it
wake me up
the only time i felt him was when rocks tumbled beneath me on the most western point of the isle of skye
and i was almost swallowed by his creation
my friends and i laughed
silly me
i got drunk that night and kissed someone i don’t know
while i’m dancing, can you notice that my mouth feels like it’s ripping apart?
i won’t speak then
ever again
instead i’ll smile while the dog shreds my hand
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