A vein of cowardice makes me laugh.

Your livid eyes peel back

And the flux of orbit terrifies.

The world swings focus onto that

Twelve year old with no trousers and a padded bra.


I see the perspective grind into you

As the lava hardens

Life becomes the dregs of

A bad Merlot.


Freakish tendencies swivel you

As air becomes the dish of the day

And a skin removal heals your heart.


Just because you've bought

A pair of jogging shoes

Doesn't mean you're generic.


Squealing only makes it filthier

A horror to watch. You try to explain, but

You swallowed a cat's voice

And now can only meow.

The End

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