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shock me alive again sick game of open-mouth screaming silently gaping wounds on my tongue from where you linger still and all the furious fits of physical harm too many pills and plausible bits of excuses for how teeth rotted out of my mouth gaps and holes proof of too much of you and of swallowing whole sentences soaked in acid and somehow i bit down on old scars where you'd missed my throat with words that made caustic and toxic things seem like dessert appropriate and split like your own mind went my bottom lip so many times when finally one night i bled through the pillow clear through layers of fluff i cut through for once in my life i got down to the floorboards of things and poured out blood evidence of what i had boiled till lids blew off lips bled out better off that you never woke up and snored right through this one time when i went the long way home and you never new which way i came from like you could ever lick fingertips enough for my taste or figure out which direction the wind would blow from when it whipped hair and lashes red marks left scars on my face from you and too many things you said that ate away at me and reeling with raw bones left exposed unnatural stockpile i saved up to make room for more things built up inside me and flawed in the foundation as it flies out of orifaces and strips eyelids from blind eyes paint off the walls exposed for the basic components naked i never minded until i ran out of toothpaste one time when i couldn't scrape you off my tongue long enough to find some peace and squeezed myself free of your poison and poked holes in the plans you had for me ran out of reasons to keep it to myself all at once and as it turned out you couldn't care less about a hopeless case like my missing tooth or homeless mother sifting trash on her knees letting rain crash on her forehead for lack of your help and no spare change you taste like snake venom still and i can't even blink anymore long enough to make you go away or think happy thoughts just pull the rope taught and play games with my heart all you bought and all i sold remains bitter sharp awkward shapes of things past stuck inside the walls of my gut and in acid rain burning me in its path when it falls and flag down anyone else but you.