whorled
fascist gets fucked
micro- fascia
lang wage
my tongue
heal from trauma
wrapp this fear round yer neck to choke
choke
and carb
exhale smoke
not so dirty
like a piece of dirt
gets pushed
or punched out
Talk to em about silence
zipper them lips tight
all this mechanical metaphor
frightens me
so i hide under the covers
sleep like a cat
pretend.
as if we were all.
forgotton trauma.
back in the day.
It's as if we can feel all our old bones underground.
and Fossil is Me.
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