regurgitating a rotting history unravelled from the bottom of a sunken heart
woe celebrated its arrival across labor tables as swastikas and short circuits
.in.fe.ct.ed.

lips chapped with liquid erosion project lucidity and prayers to a church of eyes through ruptured russian
spitting frayed halos to bomb creaking floorboards in a house of skulls from a ceiling swallowed by summons
she quotes inactive souls and screams radiowaves to regain emphasis and find her place
shriek of a banshee, anger of a step-father, and the cry of a widow
without a single care or flaw
she's so fucking beautiful
and im simply inferior.

stale memories abandon a shallow pool of grunge beneath smashed toes and bruised feet
plaguing a mind of mirrors furnished with cobwebs and maggot infestations
- this is the death of what i labelled forever

i kneel to other realms: you don't need to tell me again
i am not perfect
i do not belong
i am nothing.

and at last..
i remember losing myself in those eyes.

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