Venom us.

i am venomous.  ventriloquist bent on soliloquies drilled into me
like pills under pillows, dreams less shallow than whatever we thought we wanted

 

launch me from this stasis, this ice cube life, this pale blue artifice
built of promise rings and friendship bracelets strung of pixels and electricity

 

shed me like python memories, swallow me like invisible dust, dance
with me one more time tonight because i’m dying.

 

we’re all dying to realize who we are.

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About brokeMC

Artist: Graphic Design, Audio Production, Photo and Film Production and Editing, Painting, Writing, and all other manner of creative indulgence. and my moonwalk is ill.
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