wrecked

staples pierced shut
line vertically
nauseating feeling
labia in
cotton
grieve
asshole maggots
rot the keys
plummet deep
inside of me
covered till
I hardly breathe
all in front
of family
jump in
sinking
underneath
lungs
heave low
like
destiny
heard it calling
watching me
floating up with
silver sleeves
clipping off
approximately
as I stare
along the seas
looking at
this new
country

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