| I fell asleep on the cutting board Dreaming of incisions Retribution A mad beast in the calmness of the water Cool and still You wade to me Not even a sound But always beautiful I can hear your breath like pale death A thin gown following the motion of the air Or the burning of your home in December Photographs and grave moss in my hands The scent of jasmine coming from the sky And then your ankle A tatoo of the crescent moon The one you always wanted Sullen and still Asleep on the cutting board I arise in the reflection Of a kitchen knife And I lose a little more of myself I can destroy everything if you allow me I just wish I could stop having these dreams |
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