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"Hi, Dad."
That hurtful hand, poised, and bubbling Motor Oil—
Charred Tinsel curtains the sky and you’re crawling back from
Graveyard dirt underneath the Smiles of nails, frothy soil—
A fucking joke, Hit Me Again, better when I’m numb
Mottled skin flayed away just to Bite the hand that burns—
Started with hurt then followed by Detergent and Faltered acetylcholine
Sugary blood, ichor, sulfur water from the Carsick’s wheel yearns—
I watched that repulsive disappointment glaze upon your eyes, growl to clean
And maybe we watch Those cockroaches sniff your our smoky failure—
Empty heart, winter Nights, look at me, see me, watch me, tell me who’s the real VICTIM
They’re all over our necks, you, me, we, us, don’t you want a kerosene SAVIOR
Ice bath hounds, instinctual panting, and Azure will be your our last Symptom
Fire’s breathing until I’m snowy ash and there to stay
But I guess Hell never ever really bothered me, anyway.