Poetic

You are a keyring

The self is not key here
The world does not go round within you
Pain is not your latest shit tattoo
Peace is not your heartbeats or orgasms pulsing in time
Never mind
Just proceed to chomp on your plentiful fluoxetine
At least your head might split open before the light
And them you’re done
And none too soon.

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