dear mr fish, from miss cold hands

mr fish
your fingers are hot
you have tar baby blood
your heart has carbonized into a diamond
and your bones, your bones are runny shit

mr fish
i’m sorry i’m your psyche’s shattered portrait
i gave what i had for a long time
you drank it all up
and had the gall to bitch about it

now pardon me
and play the victim
while i go
and kill myself

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