rabbit heart

I am not real

I am a waste of molecules

unhappy cells trying to convince the world otherwise

 

I do not eat

I sleep and wish these folds

of young pink skin

on someone who will use it

 

my only exhalations are cancerous smoke

drifting into a cold horizion

 

I wanted someone to save me

because I am too cowardly to save myself

 

but I am unsavable

already mostly just skin and bones

next to a selfish heart

beating slowly

 

remember the young chubby happy child

so you don’t remember my gaunt eyes

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December 1, 2012

ryn: pretty much.

December 6, 2012

this.