poke
raze
i
aim
not
to
petrify,
but
to
protrude.
to
be
bone
fighting
through
your
cloak
of
skin
.
to
be
that
close
.
you
aim
for
the
place
that
bleeds
black
gold
when
struck
.
a
canister confined
to
the
chest
.
your
crossbow
jams.
the
claw
won't
catch
the
string
.
and
if
it
could
,
if
it
did
,
the
hydrophobic
liquid
that
lines
my
veins
would
have
nothing
to
teach
you
that
you
don't
already
know
.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from