Plastic lullaby, vinegar cotton, I rest as pools boil from the closet, I cradle your corpse as music plays from the walls,


Compose decay, fill craters that scab at your touch,

Angel vomiting in my lap, sleep like death at sunsets rest


Silverware decor,


Spilling brain matter onto matted carpets


Spit opium from the mattress,

Tourniquets, I, too young to bury you,

Spilling brain matter nervously as I stuff you under the bed


Mother stays sleeping,

Dreaming
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