the things we lost in the trash fire

emptiness is heaviness

a concrete sky

stiff bones for no reason

hoping to get high

breathing fumes that hurt your insides

huffing sunshine paint

to purify


break the ones you love

screaming “I wont go”

lapping paint thinner, with

moist rough tongues

that ooze through the stiffness

cracking tiles

dripping vodka water

the acid paper burns up my insides


burnt soles, melting plastic

“you do not know who I am”

tire fire side, basement  rim-job oxidized

a tense slow-burning pyrolysis

winding black smoke tastes the sky

to choke us both, and you scream

wishing you could hide

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