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the vile creature writhes

a limbless mass of wet flesh

convulses and spits

she climbs the gutter

a huge knife between her teeth

someone has to pay

he will meet you there

tell you where it all went wrong

and what you must do

it knows everything

knows where you’re vulnerable

knows all your secrets

unopened letters
vitamin d deficient
the room lit by screens

she tears down the walls

an insatiable hunger

the cityscape looms

memories rattle
at the bottom of my lungs
i know what i am

three pills twice a day
i cant remember your face
i guess i dont mind

i’m a shape-shifter
i take the form of a bear
no one is impressed

it knows everything

knows where you’re vulnerable

knows all your secrets

i’m in a sitcom

i’m swimming in the harbour

my limbs lose function

memories rattle
at the bottom of my lungs
i know what i am

also my phone was out of battery