ozone on earth and oil on water
i’ve got a talent for pushing you away
hate seeps out like overboiled soup
spilling all across the dark kitchen top.
don’t ever stare right into my eyes
i’d call it the sun but it’s more like nebula
as ugly as the parasitic smile that
i wish didn’t reflect back at me at night.
my character mirrors the city weather
when it becomes cold, my arteries freeze
blood begins to burst through my mouth
too quick for me to regret the spills
know your place, i whisper to myself
but i hear the emotions in my earbuds
each day is an episode that lasts too long
there is no pause button for pain.
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