Child, are you slaying yourself?
Piano sheds off black keys.
Unbirth this breath in no time.
Your palm shut my eyes, please.
Seconds turn into sound.
Can you holler my ears?
Sinking teeth into the lobes.
Crimson pours like hysterical tears.
Like you’ve gone so far away.
I almost begin to wail.
Are you slaying yourself, child?
Unbirthing this breath within seconds.
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