2.19.17 / by Caleb Blansett

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still life

a joke without a punchline

hit me

still. life.

fucking hit me

life still

brewing within me

i am within me

FUCKING HIT ME I SAID

steal life

i am not me

i need you to hit me

steel life

i am not

drunk off these spirits

but their words are already slurred

dancing a jig on my chest

the staccato of their ecstasy

the geiger counter within my chest

you still haven't hit me

a fishing line with no bait

a fish with scarred lips

this is an osmosis of prognosis

this is not good medicine

you told me this feels like a bubble

but you still haven't hit me

name a spirit and it loses its power

i tried to swallow you whole

but your name never danced on my tongue

preclude to an illusion

harmony in dillusion

whisper my name while i sleep

i need you to hit me

cardiac arrest

a declaration of stagnation will stand in court

as official warrant & testimony

but it will not move

whisper my name while i sleep

i tried to swallow you whole

but you crawled out my ears, my eyes, my pores

now you're dancing on my chest

staccato imitates heartbeat

i needed you to hit me