4.27.12 (anxious zine party talk)

i want to take
a razor blade
to my arm
and watch
your blood
spill
from me.
i want to
split
my skull
and watch
your memory
fly out
of the chasm.
i want to 
vomit
every word
exchanged
between us.
i want to rid myself
of this
wretched illness.

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