the vibration of my body moves me into scarcity
until I am waiting till I lie with open eyes
seeping into the holes of my bed
as if I cannot escape this way
this way being the only way
body uncanny
moonlit and tilted
filled with the most disturbed
the claws are not mine only this body and this body being
the center of attention
in this room
unflavored breath shaking my position
curled me like lashes
into this room
disposition dark and sparred
put me on invisible toilet seats and tell me in no better way I’ve been hiding my deep shit
in the real life
put me in the audience
put me in that room
just take me out of the holes
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