Snapping the smallest of connections just to clarify bad judgments
Stitching lies with a single needle, forming a beautiful weight of cotton comments ready to be served
Scratching against the raised hairs of sorrowful eyes believing all the words of an enlightened
Slicing organs that tangle in one’s throat if spoken out of turn
Silently watching a body flood down into a simple cloth as your own is itching
Scamming the helpless with cries of your own blood on your hands
Scattered photos of vulnerability is something coordinated by a smile
Sneaking into messages as if someone will click once more and promptly swooning the strings
Structured strikes snapped in waves of screeching sounds of speechless gasps as the world went live
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