These are insects

Spagyric

Chemotherapeutic

Carrying home Evelyn’s books

Ridden from out of the lung

Sabotaged on the burning-wheeled Camaro

Thing

Mustang

Buick

Buzzing toys of low

Battery

But I, alone, am aware of her Switch

The Judas kiss

The Swiftness

Screaming under the glitter glue

Late to class

Dilated pop, her hand and eye

Equally empty of my unquestionably owed remuneration

This isn’t funny

I must be paid for what they took

I must see blood for how you lied

When their turbines have fallen away the minute to the

Dusk of an unforgiving quiet

And her smear on my fingers

Stays

I am distended, Bloat of this rageful hoodwink

I will kill

I will fucking kill you, Evelyn

You will not doubt my fist from this mission

This wrong will righ

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