i’m in midair

floating above what is average

which is usually pretty savage

it’s like freezing a fresh head of cabbage

calling it baggage

challenging me to a dare

losing to set up a flat ridge

with a cannon that’s aimed at my back ribs

so i won’t see it coming when slack whips

and i get cracked lips

as the attack rips

through me

– D K T


life ends. why pretend

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