coldmeshach Memories of holy figures
All torn to shreads by that which wants to live.

Spaces of the long night
Ruined with dreams of jumping frogs in your throat.

They're sending out brigades.
They're holding grenade parades
Blowing up everything in sight
Until your best canopy suffocates you.

Razorfish. Its untouchable.
Its got edges that will poke you every word.

That Polyglot. It's got to learn
To have patience with how it wants to speak.

It guts you with its pike.
It makes you beg for life.
It sends you a little leeway
Until it turns your other cheek again.
p2 the rebel reindeer
who hung out with
playing those shady
reindeer games
IKC 56-80 one of the bulimia_reindeer 021224
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