angst cycle (iii)
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brain stretched &
having had overbroken by

disjointing depressive recentcy
must chase the catapult

the cut is like an operation
rid the cunt addiction

the poison is death
i’m not ready for the sea yet
not for many years
so i shall rid myself

new press a reading the poetry
stretching sod it that’s fucking good

it’s also a fucking distraction
the star the moth the warp drive

sometimes i think i won’t
i think i’m going to have to forget    force

i so strongly resent being poisoned
so strongly resent

the cut that’s why
scalpel emotion

i’m not ready for death
stop trying to fucking force me there
my heart shall scream in ecstasy yet
so fuck off