Hands trailing coarse pavement,
fingers cut on glass filaments.
The sirens are giving me headaches,
and all I ever dreamed was to sleep. (Because the metal was twisted,
and I tasted blood on my lips.)
-remember to hold onto the heart monitor, darling. You might slip.-
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