transwitchery
it came into the world itching to have one of your panic attacks. your father
with his overexposure
to abandonment
called its body
bottled water from the town of torn muscles.
fear was a cigarette case and fear was also a lunchbox. teeth
were part of a shadow
census
operating
in a flood
of milk.
it cheered horribly. it cheered and a bug bite became a birthmark.
kingsoftrain 
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