Listen
you tell me you want to be listened to and not just heard but why would i listen when there’s a second voice behind yours and the windows in your iris show a second pair of serpent eyes and the lies tangle in your mouth choking your voice with your tongue and falling, tumbling out are falsities of hope and the length of your tongue and the expanse of your lies are woven into a beautiful rope for me to use as you tie it into a noose and wrap it around my neck and tighten it just below my head and as i feel i’m losing oxygen and before my eyes cloud i’ll see your toothy grin and the venom dripping from your tongue as my eyes shut and life leaves my body cold and you’ll watch me lay motionless “you’re beautiful again”
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