salt shivershake
wait.
tender dangling with organs on meat hooks
Everything is on the plate
wait.
Cast aside flesh,
carve out the wounds
that keep the fruit at bay
Burn up like a lusty suicide.
dust falls from books
falling into books,
no looks.
wait.
take my skin back in
swallow this suffering sun
beating out a pulse
tired.
and waiting.
and two steps from running.
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