mistaken for prosody
this mere flesh and bone

scrawled down from
amid lines that strafe
the subconscience

flipped to trip
a triggered trap.

reel it in and
it spits you out..

for my hunger
I'll wear this scar
carefully placed

and for theirs,
they will never forget
their faces as
they stare back at
them from the water.

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