(I apologize for this. Platonic or no, Mark has some serious issues regarding [evilskanky] Roger; this poem also deals with self-mutilation. Fun stuff, I know.)
Katie Rhiscarlan / 3.17.2k+1
would that make me the melody you play?
[threesixty]
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one for no two no
five
five for a dollar
gotta wanna gonna pick up your numbers
highest bidder
laying their capitalist claims
On the table, public vivisection -
so what's wrong with saving up your pocket money
to auction off the frail?
(trade off your viewfinder for an inverted microscope -
take a closer look)
racetracks streaming angry red
along pale marble stadium wrists
your moody artist's eyes follow
whirling swirling caking snow dying around the stove
fingers plucking frayed strings
thundering hoofbeats pulsing below
purple-map mottled skin
your guitar pick digging new chords
on living breathing paper
can i bleed for you inspiration