Free verse № 75974
hall panful
her hand dripped green
as she pierced the mucus curtain
to pull me from my old home
to her home.
she set my feet on fire
and i danced unwillingly
through an obstacle course,
point A to point C.
"my darling,
your handprints
are etched in my implants,
if chance should sketch
our hideaway's photo
on an eraser,
then i'll replace you with
de-facer."
too gone now to go now.
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