stop dancing till dawn on the
backs of your hands
orbiting closer to
follow the ring to outer limits
everything
in limbo
everything
on hold
muted
pause
wait
(suck it up)
sacrifice
"bleed for me"
"think of me"
"don't let me go"
trapped behind the windows
surrounded by
resonating rations of
thought-
morsel
here,
crumb
there--
and the rats want to eat my face off.
photo: Carr Kizzier, on set.
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