not i

she's a killer
the texture of moonshine
smeared on a slab
of neurosis
made of teeth indentations
and
sanctified by a translucent surrogate

scarlet viscerals
line her adolescence
and her world is bending
to the tedium
of tumbling
reinventing holes again
for skeletal suffering
why are the words

            b
        l
          u
          r   r    i
           n
               g

 ?

there's too much poetry
thieving all her hope of change
who really wants to change?
she really wants to change
almost sober
and tolerating ugly consistency

she's repressed
and purging thoughts of yesterday
from deep inside
her everything





but not i
no
not i
no
no
no
no
no
no
no
no

no
no
no
no
no
not i
no

not i
not i
no
not i
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not i
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never i