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Taxidermy


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This writing contains explicit content and is only for adults. You have been warned.

I fed this mask the appropriate amount of guilt
The despair needed to keep if from falling off.
You stabbed ghosts with ashes from cigarettes
Lipstick buried in my heart to the hilt.
I let go of needing to ever feel regret
I immediately regretted the decision.
You prefer the version where I’m a wreck
I’m unconditional in the right conditions.


My default is answer at the ready
Hit the road, speakers blast “Rock Steady.”


Half thought deities on a seven page script
East Coast lullabies of lies legit.
And if I ever had a chance to tear it off
I wouldn’t waste a second to carry on
With this stone you call a face.
Scorch me to leave a trace.
Memories aren’t hard to erase –
Blood cells are not permanent.


Carry it through to the final bout
Full on screaming because I have No Doubt.


You tore your body open to find your soul
All you found were scattered piercings
And an unrelenting hunger.
Idiotic epiphanies don’t make for conversation
The way childhood revelries do.


What’s a boy to do?
Torn between not wanting to be here
And wanting to be there with you.


No more wasting time.
No more secret affection.
I’ll bring the fuel
If you bring the matches
And together we’ll burn this fucker down.
No more secret lives.
No more dual misdirection.
I’ll bring the flames
If you bring the passion
And together we’ll burn this fucker down.
No more poisoned knives.
No more sewing machines.
No more taxidermy
On this empty husk you call “Me”
Together we’ll burn that fucker down.
No more regretting decisions
It’s time to grow old together
One more bridge to cross
And from the other side
We’ll burn this fucker down.


We can’t do simple.
We can’t do clean.
But after three bottles of wine
You could possibly do me.


Fuck you, I’m getting out of this town.
Fuck you, I’m getting out of this town.
Fuck you, I’m getting out of this town.
Before I lose the struggle to want to burn it down.
Fuck you, I’m getting out of this town.
Fuck you, I’m getting out of this town.
Fuck you, I’m getting out of this town.
Before I lose the struggle to want to burn it down.


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