It’s the wound I fashioned myself
From the knife I fashioned myself
A violent scroll through the system menu
As the lighthouse gaze shines my way
Your gorgeous and serene
Your tendency to loom shows your keen
We could step to a beautiful choreograph together
But the prospect is so sudden, so raw
My bags start to drag on the floor
Where phantoms and claws have prevented any rest
The GP’s notes on my file are getting longer
The list of substances taken is growing longer
That’s a lot for a Twisters regular to take on
When buried under Grungey Gary Model 2k16
I’ll excel beyond the mortal line sometime
But not yet, I’m not that well yet
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Domestic Poetry 