i)
I guess my
bleeding is evergreen dry
is mine
(it’s also my dry)
I guess I’m
disintegrating under the sun
her voices pierce
through the air
naked wounded, air
easily pursed though
and directly towards
me and suddenly
the flesh that withers
alone in the mass
(isolation.)
They laugh
at my strides
“You-”
“too old to not walk properly”
“Huh- (You-)”
“I swim (with my
(disintegrating?)
cells and particles)”
ii)
“Where did that little girl go?”
I ripped off the first layer of skin and
showed her the inside
and told her that there would be more
to be seen and to come
to her, where is nothing
she ripped off the next layer of skin and
tried to see what’s to be seen and to come
tried to meet me
there, where is nothing and
the blades and edges of blades poke in
there, where is nothing and complete
“How does the blade feel?”
the bent blade flowed between the flare
crushed the phloem and
pushed into the veins to meet
or kill?
“Shut up”
She touched off with some fingers and
smiled and said we’d keep going till the last
layer of the
skin(hmm?), where is the bottom
I slapped my face and
her face too and made sure that her face
faces my face and so they meet
there, where is the bottom of
the blades and edges of blades grovel along
there, where is the bottom of bottom
“Has that little girl revived”
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