freeform pick-a-part

stand on my neck
break
your
fall

your spine is made of foam

your heart is made of glass

i can make you quit

this too shall pass

make a case for world peace
standing
on one
piece of the globe

you claw the wreckage
you got nothing to hold
what case
do you make?
what claim do you stake?

CLAIM
you would never maim
but someone needs to be smashed to calm the mobs

calm
the
mobs

calm
the
mobs

feed them your body
dissect your movements
a mouth full of scalpels
arms like nooses

collapse
on
your  self

collapse
on
your  self

The caves you took shelter in
are the ones that will fall at your request
we are the remnant
earth-dwellers; the pop-u-less

your dreams of purple and gold
filled with all the nightmares they can hold

open your hands
pour in your dreams
shut your mouth
and scream

y
o
u

w
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r
e

m
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s
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a
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