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Let fractals grow beneath my fingertips, so I can feel them spiral through my veins

As salt water percolates through suppurating wounds

Let me lie supine in the open air of dysphoric intimacy

So the cold creeps through the subterranean skin of my chest

Let my blood flush my cheeks and leak unrelentingly up

excoriating the flesh of my exposed body supplicating itself before the sky