Twelve

like a shark in the water, they’re swimming

predatorally through my mind

waiting with bated breath

for my lungs to burst

the sea would taste like  blood that day

the blood of transfused transitions

of memories forgotten between the

copper wires and purple sparks

without a flame to breathe

a dragon’s at a loss for words

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