Crawl Harness pt. 1

move like alligators in heat

we encode the minus rights

flee your homes and destroy the world in numbers

like action to bad thinking come get guts

we are the swarm, the fleet

choose the worm, a friend to eat

slop dinge into rot spectacle

all fireworks for swallowing

like mirrors taste

gone like souls erased

by smeared old graves

this is wrong, this change of pace

some need, some drown

fangs in my neck the muddy waters

minus everything

minus your memories

the addition to suffering

I reel for such negatives

give me self medicated sleepover

broken fingers for fool's gold

i'll bury your literature

with overzealous reasons to decay

switchblade midnight abandonment

you don't move like we bite

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