four corners, a striking discovery with guest star 4 a.m.

This is when lungs are ashy and crumbling with every breath
This is when a swollen up battery within your heart pumps acid through your circulatory system
This is when the dead commit suicide
This is when words can’t help anymore, neither yours nor mine
This is when your nerve endings freeze from departing touches and then melt to useless arsenic spilling after someone tries touching you again
This is when the webs of your iris snap apart from constricted apathetic pupils
This is when your senses are begging for sensation
This is when your vocal chords get plucked too hard and your throat gets carved with stiletto knives
This is when the only thing keeping you alive is the picture of you from when you were a little child
Staring you down
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