"necklace"
cold shoulders and hungry eyes, i
fit you back in recklessly, but i am
relentless.
i speak when spoken to.
you describe yourself as an animal
with spots on its skin, and i am
less impressed than i was hours ago.
these notions of
pursuit
give white
knuckle fever.
if i were to cleanse myself in
dark water the jaws of my mouth
would remain clenched, held still
i am a colorless moon setting.
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