the room filled with your voice
the calluses from my hands disappeared into a void
deep in the cell of the crevices of my skin
my hair follicles being pushed out
making them stand on edge
like the clenching of jaws
and grinding of teeth
pulverizing them like cocaine
being dissolved like ashes
bury me alive
if you can't be mine
bury me alive
take my skin under your nails
and my hair between your fingers
leave your cigarette stains burnt in my flesh
cut the circulation off of my wrists and let them fly off like kites
but take me with you
or bury me alive
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