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This is How We Cry
Gut
Gut
Gut
The fish that
Has become me and
Leave my face
Facedown
On the floor where it belongs
Smashed and bruised.
Remove
My bones as cat toys
And feel it as it slips out of a
Tainted meat bag
That was my own personal deformity
All I had.
Rip
Rip
Rip
Your hooks from my mouth;
Boil
The blood that is freefalling from my face.
Broken jaw.
1/25/11
Gut
Gut
The fish that
Has become me and
Leave my face
Facedown
On the floor where it belongs
Smashed and bruised.
Remove
My bones as cat toys
And feel it as it slips out of a
Tainted meat bag
That was my own personal deformity
All I had.
Rip
Rip
Rip
Your hooks from my mouth;
Boil
The blood that is freefalling from my face.
Broken jaw.
1/25/11
Published 26th Jan 2011
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26th Jan 2011 3:37am
kinda cool never read anything writen quite like this lol no offence reminds me of row row row your boat :)
26th Jan 2011 9:20pm
