when my line wavers,
i go cut
and
enjamb it-
go back
to where the original thoughts
and splinter them off
so i cud feel them on my skin-
pierce me one by one
the fragmented
words
should cut
my tongue
it should serve as the sweetest penetration-
swallowed with my own blood.
The weapon of words
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