Saturday

Marrow and Flesh

My jaw line is broken
Elbows of ash
And words cut like axes

When the lady comes
Tell her to clean my bones first
Their suffocating, oh God my bones are suffocating
Make sure she cleans between the crevices
Where bone meets flesh
Cause I’ve been keepin’ it in

My skin needs to bathe in pure fluids
And my pores must swallow it in
Only to purge it out
Along with all this glass
That’s been blocking my bloodstream
And all functions of my heart

Before she leaves make her construct my jaw line
In the shape of a heart
My heart

Don’t let her touch my heroin eyes
I’ll polish them myself
Don’t you dare show her the X that marks the spot
Where my acid heart’s switch is
I think I’d be better
Turning it off

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