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"Hello, Fuck You."
          These are my first words for you, did I choose them wisely?


Well the logic/ignorant/not knowing, it told me to act like lead,
because it was heavy
and solid and
grey
and who would take the time to carry around that piece of shit?



He always said even lead balloons are worthless.  
They could float,
and even hold their own weight,
but no one would take the time to keep you from falling up and away.  
And why should they?  
It's waste of weight,
a waste of space.

A waste of time.  
And I've stuttered and spoken and
slipped  
right past the second-hand,
ticking with high efficiency and
the clock is screaming.
I am sleeping,
unable to enunciate,
listening always
listening.


He advised I grit my teeth, to take it in abrasive shudders.

Still insanity demanded I choke myself with the railroad tracks.  
Because a noose always feels better with splinters
and iron
and 16 tons of black steam engine roaring across my throat.
          All I needed was a little push, and you my friend had the right amount inertia.



But if I were to be honest,
I'd tell you my favorite was always the scraping of your fingers in my trachea.  
Because if you were going to be inside me,
why not make your mark?  
And yes, the scars will be pleasant little reminders
if I ever manage to believe that I'll be able to breathe
and not think of you.
you. you. you.
you're the one who doesn't understand



(edited: 12/3/12)
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mellowghost's avatar
I sure don't. This didn't make any sense to me.