tonight i'll bite the tongue my mother sharpened
but deep down inside my windpipe there's a virus
i can't silence, whining thru diamonds, i feel ya
ophelia, the madness becomes us, flushing
pretty/tidal/vibrant with traces of violence still
on us at sunset, neck & wrists tied lightly
flower-dainty like, might break if pressed
too hard into a page of hungry succubi
gone wild b/c the nurses' aides come for you
sweet ladies, from either side of the asylum
to pry your stitches out by hand, discard the
binding, press your petals up against a lens
say goodnight into the microscope, etc. etc.
no, i can't hear you, say it louder, etc. etc.
don't wait it out, admit we're right, etc. etc.
the drowning ends but then again it doesn't ever
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