No.18

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You make me feel weak.
The inadequate and awkward
way the you bleed
out.

Your eyes gouged out my thoughts,
and you laughed with
out smiling, and with
no sound.

But I could feel it in the way
you smelled my hair
and lifted my chin to meet
your gaze.

Stick the needles in your arm,
and vacuum seal the room
with your disco lights and animal heads
on the wall.

Kiss me fore you kill me, so
I can bite back one last time,
and you can dance with my dead body
Before morning.

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