Hybrid of questions, genetically grown monster answers

Are you my suicide prevention?
the root of hates intention?
my palette has grown numb at which you stare.

heart strum-
hack off-

strings broke for the 3rd time this week.


I use to feel it when my knees were weak.

I'm standing in your way again;
in our broken bedroom at mattress end.

in your kitchen,
with your death sharp knives
spices shaking up our lives.

I'll carry myself back to work where I can bare.

Vertical pennies sitting,
choo choo train wheels spinning,
on a cog,
I'm a cog
on the very verge of combustion.

rust your distaste of my actions
in our drama films closed caption.

overwhelming fear in our finest hour
when we fuck I take away your power.

I am only half a husband
maybe one-third in the end.

crumpled foil package wrapper
i'm the smudge of chocolate in the corner of your mouth.
Written by samael (Zaroff poetry)
Author's Note
Blow me a kiss, blow in my kite, or blow me if it feels just right.
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