Your words,
blade of ice
in my flesh’s
heart.
You want to
suck my soul
twisted and
torn me to shreds
as dirty cloths in the wind
Your words,
tongue of fire
in my white
soul.
You want to
scratch me to blood
reduce me
to a shapeless heap of pain
like a coal sack in the fireplace
Your words,
stolen from the street
in your
dirty mouth, push me adrift
away from your restless anger
and from your
insane mania of man.
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