insan(i)tea for one

microscopically myopic
with a tinge
of body
dysmorphia
wrecking hell
reckless feeling
way too energized
feeding on
the manic anxiety
like a superconductor
a lightning rod
getting struck
on repeat
the lichtenstein
patterns
dance on my bare torso
as i self flaggelate
on the stained carpet
of a back alley motel
on the bad side
of whatever town
your heart decided
to flip
the vacancy sign
back to on in
not drunk enough
to handle this
for every bowl smoked
every beer drained
i just
stagger to piss
instead of angrily
stomping
i am wearing
my fuck off face
so i don’t want
to say anything
to anyone
because
the knife is
fucking
sharp
i would always
prefer
cutting myself
than ever
marring your
shimmering
fucking
perfection
you read it
i said it
i mean every
goddamned
word of it

fuck this whole
fucking
cesspool

i need a shot

just don’t know
if it is
of you
whiskey
or forty-five caliber

i just know
i am using
my mouth

scoot closer
i am feeling
a little

fragile
the closer
you are
the harder
it gets
to ignore those
base instincts

i told you
i bite
jungle rules apply
i am practically
begging you
to bite back

then
we can watch
the entire
fucking thing
burn
your head
on my chest
as the smoke
billows
in the distance

the sirens
sound
lovely
this time of year

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