Rip
Nose
microscopic demons
eyes
Tire tracks
Chapped lips
and
Broken eggshells
From your face
Take
Tangled feathers
From arms pit
And understand
Stones
Are more prone
to flight
You said
There is faith in silence
You speak
Too much
Don’t blame me for leaving
For not understanding
Never loving
I am snake hair
Stone touch
forked tongue
wrapped around index finger
Fuck
The day
I ever need you
Rip
Everything
That is you
From you
Broken eggshells
Tangled feathers
You look for me
Too much
For someone
Who has as much
Faith as you claim.
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