finding the source. in Living in 2014.

  • Feb. 4, 2014, 10:35 a.m.
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Muscles spasm and insects crawl sweat pools and skin swells

I take off all of my clothes

And what I should be left with is NOTHING because the

Material separating myself from the air is crumpled somewhere in the bed

everything is GONE

Everything except my Guilt Shame Embarrassment Anger Bitterness Sadness Pain Depression Anxiety

Let me see what you look like, let me close my eyes and feel my way around your edges Let me pull you out of me with one huge rip You fucking parasite I cut myself open for you Dug through the muscles and veins and portals and tissue Wiped the blood away as if it wasn't mine And I STILL CANT FUCKING FIND YOU OR YOUR ROOTS OR ANY EVIDENCE YOURE HERE, you've been here.

burrow deep inside of me between my liver and pancreas Caged in by rib bones

Because when I find you

YOU WILL BE EXTRACTED

I AM CUTTING EVERY ATTACHMENT OFF

I WILL COMPLETELY FUCKING PURGE YOU FROM MY BEING

when I find you.

Oh, when I find you.


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