i’ve been eating away, .gnawing at the little bits.
danger anger.poignant release of happiness,.an underbelly, underexposed.
what is it that pulses .and burns like before?
a flip of the switch, .a flick of the bic,and i was inverted, perverted…
perversion could have gone further, .almost murder.
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