A heart aches For the flames Literal kick-start Clutch Back and forth Heel on heart Heel on black tar Down girl, down Drag this thing around Bits of flesh Scrape behind a dumpster darling Grinning, road rash Infects us all To look up at lightning Might be the way to die Sizzling tin cans Charred big turks Old shirts Questionable stains Just like me Down wash me away Grind me further into Glistening asphalt A treat for the crows
Ocean worn. Salty and corroded at the corners. Edges like battery rot. One side has been outright bitten. Tatters of kelp peel away. A black box warped by blacker depths. There you are. Looking For My Teeth.
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