litterature

i put the
litter
in literature
proudly
polluting
poetry
with every
poorly phrased
tepid refrain

trying
desperately
to give away
every piece
of myself
because i cannot
stand to be
in my presence
any longer

i keep a
razor tucked
beneath my tongue
so each word
stings
a rusted note
of insular agony
coating each
line with need

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