It is in vile

no space between lines

maggot and twine

that wrap throughout

tighter, tighter, tighten

and wait for the black

to pull the blue

from your incredulous muse


It is in air

nullified by perfect scream

shrill and shrieking

that opens up between

wider, wider, widen

and dislocate the jaw

as if swallowing isn’t  

hard enough


It is in ME

mistaken for you

heart and sacrifice

that pierce through too

zipper, zipper, zipping

and close the wrinkled bag

like the ones you were spitting

in your best of suicide king


It is in wait

sullen, empty wait

that I will know

It is I who needed You

It is not the same

It is not the same

It is not you

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