For You To Be Mine

Under piles of asbestos
I breathe in the cancerous
By-product of caring
And accept my existence
As lonely.
And cold.
And mute.
A star burning out,
Ejaculating blinding flashes of light
That reach for the corners of the sky
I emit nothing from this mouth of mine;
But nonsensical softly spoken phrases
That turn their backs to you
Then swiftly smash my face in
With the force of a jackhammer.
Oh, to sleep amongst such terrors.

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