His rusted tongue latches onto my brain
Caving in my happy years
I melt away as I feel the pieces scratching along the bottom confinement of my brain
He blinds my minds eye
Leaving body and soul completely
Disconnected
Hands fingers toes and teeth dig trenches into the floors
Praying for death to show his face
His flesh wants more
His stomach twists and turns into
Boulder size knots
I go
Barreling crumbled chains
They drag the matching tongue behind them
now I'm sound
I'm so safe
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