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an old puzzle box
that opens a door to hell
two quid from oxfam

mankind is long gone
tree roots tear through the pavement
reclaiming the street

air leaks from the room

i reach out to touch your hand

my arm halts, frozen

so that’s the story

have i told you this before?

i lose track sometimes

having faith in doubt
all metaphysical thought
stems from fear of death

this is what i chose
and make of that what you will
it seemed so simple

keep me at arms length

lest we confuse love with love

there’s no going back

a turn of the wheel

one more solar rotation

please keep on living

she climbs the gutter

a huge knife between her teeth

someone has to pay

air leaks from the room

i reach out to touch your hand

my arm halts, frozen

i started typing
and kept going and going
until my hands bled

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

soggy chicken corpse