pressure cooker
manipulation of my strings
though I devour all you cast my way,
towards your stain of this disease
you’re an atom or defiant morsel,
you make me crawl to endure
like the scars it puts on my bones,
they burn through the flesh, through the surface
and out as mist into night as forgotten wishes,
in the heat of the fire of enclosed desire
hoping for that last minute, draining me slow,
a severe affront to my good mood beckons me
produces technology, steals my eye with verve,
you chose my zoo to be your temple and home
glancing at a meandering road that rubble’s my feet,
when the devils in despair and his days are cold and long
wire sewn curtains shut tight on all the headaches from above,
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