your favorite word

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you told me that your favorite word was 'disappear'
creeping closer to me you said you'd made it into an art-form

you told me tongues were needles & kisses injections
how withered irises bloomed in the bone-dry desert of your mind

you told me our bodies are rented & they're made of glass
and sometimes our brushes grow cold & our words become stones

you told me it's a mercy to kill what you can't take care of
litter of puppies laid in stone filled bags and dragged to the river

you told me that your favorite word was 'disappear'
pulling away from me like sun-clawed clouds

 

[cduggles]

you told me it's a mercy to kill what you can't take care of

Favorite line.

Dark fare, eh?

 

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Favorite line.

Dark fare, eh?

Oh, you know it.