breakroom talent.

diagnose me
in the most dramatic way

and put your best face forward
'cause baby it's only a flesh wound

jumping through the looking-glass
on the night of her murder

smash smash smash

delayed dancer
caught under the spot-light

tied up in her own ribbons
tangled up in her own feet

swelling emotions
trapped in the daze

save me from
my obvious disease

fuck fuck fuck

with those skillful fingers
fingers of a singer

tease the strings
destroy the cords

brought up in the city lights
by a marker-drawn mouth

breathe breathe breathe

but only if you remember how.

Poem by Roshambo.

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