In pain

 

I

am

so

in

pain

 

 

confused ripped apart raw gates of shot pulsating puke of machinery synapses will you let me in will you fill my grin

will you spill my sin take me take

 

me hard as nails spilled

out of town.

 

I

am

 

crying

out

for

 

help

but you retract like a small snake like a rack tack.

 

I am healing hearing heat.