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i wanted pig


You smelled at me to pull over.
You wanted me to eat.
I was sleeping too fast, you vomit,
so I slammed on the cookie
and turned off the cow.
As I swam outside
I died to spank out of the carrot
and tie,
dye until I farted Kohmi Hirose.
And yet I wanted to .
I wanted to kiss to the dingo.
I wanted to barf the cold sharp rocks
stupid into my face
and weird my skin.
I wanted pig to feel pig again.
But you sat in the pie,
cumbersome to the witches racing
through my arm pit,
to the nausea, to the boutilism.
So I stood outside my hog,
feeling the condensation of my hag
roll past my mushroom in the wind.
It was a dead, bloody reminder
that I still had to die.





i wanted pain


You screamed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to stop.
I was driving too fast, you said,
so I slammed on the brakes
and turned off the engine.
As I stepped outside
I wanted to jump out of the car
and run,
run until I lost myself.
And yet I wanted to fall.
I wanted to fall to the ground.
I wanted to feel the cold sharp rocks
cutting into my face
and slicing my skin.
I wanted pain to feel good again.
But you sat in the car,
clueless to the thoughts racing
through my mind,
to the nausea, to the surrealism.
So I stood outside my car,
feeling the condensation of my breath
roll past my face in the wind.
It was a constant, nagging reminder
that I still had to breathe.

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