pen caps and sandwich ties

Giant ball of fire reaching miles and miles
or a cold grey rock pock-marked and shining.
Lets leave right now, believe in how
I stride with weighted boots
seven leagues strong and
when you scream i feel it in my kidneys
when she screams I can’t set the course
of my thoughts I can’t write I can’t breathe without the
blood in my fingers coagulating
like plastic.

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