His control
I am dancing in the darknessfixtures of madness all around
Does he see the bloody fingertips
floating in his enchanted waters
His tongue feels alive with dirt
poisonous answers rolling out like carpet
Razor blade words
sting the back of my neck
His internal vowel movement
Alphabet jabs and blows
A thru z cutting the soul bloody
My feet are sore
My ears are red
My tongue has escaped me
Under his everything
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