Pop your
pill and pluck each of my segments
Pluck with
darkened fangs and scrape my rind.
Legs escape
logic as city’s fall through thin slits,
Sew me whole.
Scrapers
dance along my stomachs edge,
windows
crack to smell my thoughts.
Pull my
stitching and lay me open.
Spill my
nectar, colour the earth with my pulp.
Float from
the barren floor sodden with my sap,
to the sky,
torn indecisively,
see
what my acid does. `
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