Sway

Nothing happens
before cruel strikes
Genial that politesse
before nipples slather
my guilty mouth.
Crack in the door
splinter in the eye
this house has fallen
furnace lurid vapor.
Swing wide boomerangs
Smashing through veins
In my book of life
blood smears glass.

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