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Mouth Filled With Sand

The sound your face makes

When you're eating insects

Fills my mind

With relief

And your feet are still inside

My skull

And you're wearing my brain

Like a shoe

And I can't see you

And I can't feel

And I don't know anything

At all

I'm breathing with my

Mouth filled with sand

And there is still the image of your body

Underneath the sea

With your lungs

Filled with snow

I could smell my name inside your mouth

While you slept

And it was

All

Made

Up

A Bag of Broken Hands

Today I found an animal's mouth

In a bag of broken hands

While the house around me

Burned to the ground

And you sat alone in a birdbath

Wrapped

In a thousand bandages

That shattered into a pile of water

That never made a sound

And I still believe

This color on my skin

Is trying to

Follow me

And lay eggs inside my eyes

Then you told me a story

About your favorite pet

And how you let him starve

Starve to death

In an empty metal building somewhere

Far away from here

And I saw you touch yourself

While telling me this

Seafoam Warm Piss

Is it true

That your face is

Underneath a piece of glass

In the bottom of a toilet

Somewhere

Or in my bedroom somewhere

That I've never been before

Or in my bedroom somewhere

Warm

Somewhere I've never been before

Is somewhere warm

Where my piss will float like seafoam

And your mother thinks that

You will live forever

As long as I only drink water

And never look down

This Isn't Going to Hurt

I finally felt like I had found something

Outside of my own mind

With real lips

And real eyes

That spoke real words

And listened to mine

And I adored you

Like I adored nothing else

Because you made me feel

How I wanted to feel

Don't kiss me now

I Can't Breathe

I could hear myself speaking to you

In the next room

This voice crawled

Into your face

And it was begging for you to drown me

Just use anything but water...

And I'll feel like I can be

Happy again

And I feel like I

Can't Breathe

I can't breathe

I can't breathe

I could hear my throat coughing

In the next room

Choking

On the smell of your tongue

Roasting

Between your teeth

This is the opposite of water

Now I feel like I

Am happy again

Now I feel like I

Can't breathe

I can't breathe

I can't breathe

Feeding Fingers

Faceless figure feed their fingers

To a man inside a wall

And they laugh so loud that

You cannot hear him

Chew at all

And he cannot swallow their fingernails

So he spits them out on the floor

And I count them

Even though I can't see at all

My Home Again

There is nothing in the ceiling

There is nothing in the ceiling

Or in the face that waits outside

And I can't believe it

I can't believe it's you again

If you smear me into your favorite pair of

Underwear

I'll smear you into a song about how

Much

I

Care

Something is so far away from my home again

And I really meant it

When I said that all that I

Want from you are sounds

Of your bones

And teeth

And hair

And all of this

Falling down the stairs

And I can't believe it

I can't believe you would kill yourself

And never leave this

And always keep this

To yourself

Manufactured Missing Children

Everyone is born inside of photo-booths here

With stolen names

And birthdays

That make

no

Sense

They have to be told to

Feel what they feel

These manufactured missing children

Are really here

And they're innocent

They're innocent

And not innocent at all

A yellowed man in a wheelchair

Won't let me

Sleep

Laminated scrambled eggs

Are all that we'll eat

This

Is why I go

Inside

Myself

And I'm innocent

I'm innocent

And not innocent at all

There  is nothing left to see here

There is nothing left to see

Nothing isn't ever wrong with me

Pesticides

I see you

Then I don't see you

And I know you

Aren't there

And if you're not happy

Then why do you care

Because I love you

Then I don't love you

And your scars smell

Like my dreams

And if you're not bleeding

Then why do you scream

My mind is

My mind is a pesticide

And my tongue lives

Under carpets

And this whole house is between

The things I am needing

And the things that you bring

My mind is

My mind is a pesticide

Where Mimes Come to Die

The taste of rain

In an open wound

Why should I still want your skin

When mine is as soft as hers

Starving whores

Breastfeeding men

Swallowing their voices

This is where mimes come

To say goodbye

This is where mimes come

To die

Facedown in the snow

And broken ice

I removed my mind

So that I could always

Always

Be wrong

I'll always be wrong

I'll always be alone

Swallow Me

I watched you bleed to death

Inside a cardboard box

And you trickled

And you fed your

Life to a pond

And your blood floated to the surface

In the shape of your face

And I fed it every word that I have

Ever had to say

If I could swim

Would you swallow me

Fireflies Make Us Sick

I don't care how you got in here

With this jar full of fireflies

Just let me crush and smear

Their glowing asses

Across your mouth

And when I turn out this light

I only want to see your face

Coming closer

To kiss me

Until the smell of this

Makes us sick