clay pigeon

I picked all the girls for you

the ones you will surely love

those who have the right temperament

the colour of hair

red must be everywhere –

for you love has the colour of a bloody bloom;

you created me from my mental studs

muddled maroon messages

all the rest was void

for a life destroyed in the name of another

this formed a relationship with every single pin

that stuck in my skin

it hurts, can’t you see?

no? therefore mentality

is invisible

you can do what you want

break everything into pieces and ask for more

to accuse someone of lying is to lie to yourself

smash the entire city to smithereens

and then deny it, forget it, hide it

they might say it wasn’t you, it was just society

thinking and doing things for countless centuries

and paying for it with the currency of the weakest

what if the strongest

they will wake up one day

at the bottom of this pathetic chain

and then the weakest will rise up against them

in purest revenge?

who is there to still care?

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