…eat me

I think, in a strange kind of way, I want

a shark to bite, even eat me, sink

those teeth right into my being, my reasons.

Maybe those scattered rows will hook

something, drag it out like a bone leech,

reversal, taking fear and questions, leaving

only the blood behind, who I was

before all this other shit.


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