Invincible
I dance on my tiptoes
grazing your clenching fists
my hair in a whirl of spinning maroon thread
my eyes are closed
but I see you hiding
Ive always seen you hiding
behind the boxes of unsent wishes
and crates of sweat causing nightmares
the colors are fascinating
join me on this last roller coaster ride
where the high is the death of the cliff we tip over
lets paint stick figures in our blood
light me on fire with that sparkler
watch me burn and crisp
watch me still laugh
through bloodied lips
and mouth-filled red
this planet can rape my being
digest my flesh
gargle my pupils
with a shot glass of
ripe blood
they can attempt
they do attempt
but I will not die
I am not dead.
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