Thursday, February 1, 2007

vultures, sharks, and my soul

everyone in this city is above human experience. fighting inconsistency with instability. proudly grabbing the tongue. manipulating each phrase to return to sender. ears scarred by neglegence. used only to hear when to open the void of self-seeking praise. a battle to prove volume. attempting to vomit louder than anyone in the room. toxins soothe. i taught them everything they know. i am their ringleader. we're taking over the ship. grave of mirrors.

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