izzy

lips unfurling like smoke
dissipating just as fast

bass rattles the ancient stained glass
and the floor ebbs, strikes,
pulls us underground

our bodies are burning up
it’s just so hard to breathe

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sarah

Finding occasion to dig into my palm
In order to extract an errant splinter
And having an evening of uninterrupted leisure
I took the opportunity to keep digging
And I’m here to tell you that we’ve been lied to
Dig though you may, you’ll never make it to China.
Botswana, on the other hand, sends its regards.

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