mi forgesis kiam mi skribis tiun

misshapen eyebrows
and legs shaved to the point of gleaming
like an android’s artificial legs
striped with shades of blue
and devoid of meaning

your head is empty
and so are your insides
would you like a soul?
they’re on sale for half off

one more finger to your chest
and you might explode
weakened, integrity done down
one more blow to your psyche, however
and my glass heart will shatter

and you wouldn’t want to pick the pieces off of the floor
corrosive as hell
rust in your joints

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