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The sound of teeth to


The sound of teeth to fork and fork to bowl are so similiar

is the bowl ceramic or are my teeth

Am I a doll

I see my reflction kneeling in the window before the bowl

becaue I don't want to sit down

it's

like I'm worshippng it

and I

don't want to see myself anymore

maybe I am worshipping

because the broth right now

is the only warmth in my body

I find myself kneeling again

as searing hot water fill the tub and multicolored bubbles rise

odd because they travel up but don't ever feel wind

a cat walks into the bathroom and purrs

I've taken a liking to animals lately and I

am so hateful towars people

It's like I've wished all my life for them to love me and now

I just want to be alone

I feel new things birth and new things die

and I

laugh and sigh at the same time

 

 
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