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Day 19: Voidpunk Coral Catshark

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I am fucked up, my brain feels like slime. I’m melting inside like

a volcano cake, everyone wants a bite. I give out pieces of me when

I’m still missing some myself. Sometimes it hurts a bit, but I’m

used to the pain. I feel used, too.

It’s like a dark, sticky fluid has replaced the blood in my veins.

If I cut myself deep enough, I could cleanse my body, but it won’t

be enough. It always feels dirty, someways.

I could take

a big sheet

of paper

or some kind

of

tissue.

And vomit, puke on it, everything inside me, let it dry. And I’d

fuck myself on it, squirt on it, shit on it, bleed on it, cover it

with the dirt I keep inside all this bloated useless skin they call

a body.

I’d break my bones to see if I still have some or if I’m just a

mess

of fluids

and flesh.

Spread the sheet out on my balcony, or on the top of the highest

tower. I’d make a wide cut

on the base of my neck

pull my skin inside out and wash it with boiling water and glass

paper.

Put it back on.

Would my chopped off head be too light to roll ?

What do we see when we gush our eyes out ?

Put my brain

in a craddle

and watch it

grow rightfully

without

Re-vamped my voidsona.

And you may say to yourself, "My God! What have I done?" Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down Letting the days go by, water flowing underground Into the blue again, into the silent water Under the rocks and stones, there is water underground Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down Letting the days go by, water flowing underground Into the blue again after the money's gone Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground

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