with a deep-crimson nosebleed
i started the day
i raised my flag
days of rice and beans
days of rice and beans and blood
afternoons of loneliness and tears
recordings assist
in bringing to life
the wailing of the children
beyond
and well within
and all along
the borderline
anti-psychotics
for children in tears
banners for nosebleeds
hollowed-out retail space
for concentrating
small inconsolable captives
here is my prophecy:
when this all flips
you will die
most horribly
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