come on, now

twisted obelisks of the mind screaming for light

they watch you at night in the car in the dark rattling invisible bars for a sentence served eternally

smiling daggers flit through poke poke poke so hungry

skip the line right to the front red carpet out

broken pieces oozing with glue empty flesh bare skin

angry chains stuffing candle light

it was over before it even began.

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