there’s a door that i know won’t open and it’s windows
may as well be black
with a state check and a lot of hoping, i’m trying to
remember my escape back
into the womb where the paint never chips and a draft
is as seldom as is the whip
and absent is my normal affliction; a pre-pubescent
youth is a myth
the orders come with every breath
the seem to bleed until there’s nothing left
when nobody gives a fuck, what have you?
whe nobody gives a fuck, what do you give into?
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