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pistol whipped by an unassuming jailbird,

i'd endure every thrash until I'm bruised blue,

I know it's your favourite colour...

numb to the besotted swelling of an enlarged heart

butterfly-symmetric to pulsating temples

does the world misunderstand the meaning of worship or do I?

the slow-release anaesthetic pinpoints my addiction

to the one thing I can't quit...

ceasing deployment; as anticipated as seasonal sickness

practicing apathy is my own bereavement.

grief is permitted as a temporary roommate,

but not granted permanent residency in mental suites.

seek refuge within sacristies;

you'll never feel so at home at a place you don't belong.

at the base of the claw foot,

i'll bathe you rid of supposed sins

acting as the understudy of a priest in a confession booth.

sudsing meets a cleanly confusion;

water you swore would be tainted red runs pure and pellucid

a forged scapegoat, blistering in its manacles