It almost burns

you

kn

ow?

makes

me feel quite

dead and polished.

I lost

my god

I hope you know.

I

watched him burn

in

a GRAVE yard pyre.

You talk like you knew the one I used to be.

I stare AT

my hands

nails

chipped

black

and then and then and then it was nothing

I

think

I once knew you before you ripped my eyes

free;

and my heart like a

deer’s corpse

I shoved to the side.

Peel my face away,

and I’ll watch the strips fall.