zombite

the undead are the fruit of all things living

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she calls my phone

but im just in the next bedroom over

and she says

"i dont want you to give up, now"

december. it was colder today.

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i am not sick like a dog

i am ill,, and nauseous,, like a hound dog

tired,, but not fatigued like the dog,, i am exhausted like a charred/kicked/tied creature

you wouldnt even recognize me from a cold, to cancerous

we are not all diseased like this.

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hounded

if all dogs go to heaven

then why am i still

trying to cool down

on the bathroom floor ?

i am learning to be gentle

el aprendizaje lleva su tiempo dulce

[nunslingrr]

soul trading, anotomically

the first kiss we shared was with great thought and little error

each organ in your body must've immigrated to mine

i still remember how your chest cavity opened generously

accepting my infected bones

organisms

into one

this hunger isnt craving any longer

it is requited as in satisfied

it is a murder house as in a sanctuary

a morgue

as in

a bed

i wonder if i made you sick, too

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viand

but now nourishment feels like pushing that baby back inside of me. and the older it shouldve been by now, correlates to the tens of entreés id rather make of myself