Poem I wrote a bit ago when I was loathing LOL🕺
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Im spectating myself,
on the screen distorted and displaced
I’m half rendered,
crude and unfinished
his hands repeat the same motions
playing a mortal game with himself
entranced by a saccharine glow
his body corrupts and transmutes into thread and dead skin
it’s silken fingers clutching and restraining his appendages
he stares at me, with deliverance inscribed in his pupils
I’m a doll in its embrace
I don’t want to leave its breast
but I know I’ll wake up tomorrow with concrete in my lungs and ribs of rebar.