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My thoughts are
disconnected
like the mucus that
drips from between my legs
as my body prepares
itself for
shooting stars in a
brackish sea.
They fall from the
mind, lost
among the children I
will never have,
expelled from my body
in a dark copper
mess of punishment and
compassion,
until I feel tired and
empty.