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Clotted.My push for pins to grace your skin.
Why do you leave it to slither apart, like a rotting squid?
Heave the heaviest organs from me
for should spirits exist,
I'd still feel this weighted
Yet you stir me.
You let one emotion cry into another
Kiss me whilst splashes from my eyes spider down my face
Let so said butterflies shatter in the hail impregnating me,
barbed wings pinning themselves inside.
Either one, I can't hold back
The clot stay stable around my stagnant mouth.
Lips not distinguishable from the dead.
Kiss it away and push my eyes shut,
and let me forget this rut.
PREY NO MOREPREY NO MORE
Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.
A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.
“Hello?” he called.
The sound of swishing fabric.
“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.
Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.
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