invisibility is my cloak
words are my anlace
agony injected in the fissures of my soul.
I draw in pangs of bale
and expel doggerel
don’t peruse my poetry
if violence is not your pet genre
cus serenades don’t define my despair
violence does
and violence, I worship.
Imagine how wonderful it would feel
if I pierced the anlace
through your golden dermis
fragmenting YOUR heart this time.
Magician, I call myself
for you are breathing in some corner
though I killed you eons ago
with ink as black as the hue of your soul
I drafted ‘…and then he died’.
Don’t be stunned
I am not the donut you knew
blanketed in sugar
NO.
I am chipotle garlic
I will burn everything.
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