Words lick at the skin
Trickle out your mouth
Into a boiling din
Deserve the pain gifted to you
Rewrap it with a glittery bow and a common-wealth of ribbon.
Slap the sticky tape neatly on to the transcendent box.
Spritz with sniffing so that every eye socket draws closed.
Fight with who gets to keep it ethereally.
Spring wings beating out your back ache-ing over
No one notices the cataclysm.
Giver of the gift give it to who you love the most who treasures you.
Watch the micro aggressions trigger on their face
An itchy scratchy shotgun for the front seat.
Slammer on the breaking.
Make them thank you for it.
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