Nothing to see here


Boo
I said to the girl
In the mirror
You’re still alive

Look at those
slithering vines
Hiding under
milky waters

The wind slaps
The vines
Revealing strawberries
A prick
And I’m dead again

If you’re a 22, I’m a Glock


Alphabetical
Lining
Dormant
dermis

Pores
Which
Pour
out
Stories
Faces
And
Whores

Ssssssss

Right
Back
At
Your
Venom

What
A
Weak
Weapon
You
Have
In
That
Holster

In
A
Competition
I
Will
Play
Until
I
Blister

So
Take
Your
Best
Shot

If
You’re
A
22
I’m
A
Glock

And

I
Have
Way
Too
Much
Patience
To
Stop

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