With Me, Stay

If pain is fire: stay

feels like fire in its burn: stay

looks like fire in its

ability to destroy

everything: stay with me.

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Roaches rustle up Legs, screams catch in a black box; Septic words sting, black mold builds strength over time, A monster, as you call it.

venomous brain cells manic marrow memory-rich barnacles fretful fingernails fatty judgment

As if Pan’s shadow, sighs peel from tongues, contracting the afterparty to other galaxies, stars gust by torrid breath.