This place isn’t mine
To carve my odd shape into
On the outside
Life here looks strangled
Throttled
Choked out
Wrangled into submission
Rotting on the inside
Polished to a fine shine on the surface
Tied up in the prettiest paper
Packaged to sell
Lies everywhere
Liars everywhere
Brave cowards all
Survival by second faces
Through gritted teeth
Flashed from perfectly white smiles
That mean fucking nothing at all
October 31 – November 1, 2025
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