Listen, even my thoughts were shaking.

Listen,

I could never be a saviour

Listen,

every thought I ever owned

was now shaking

Even if they poured cement over my legs

I don't know if I would be able to lie down in the road

and allow my body to be flattened out

by the steam of a semi

When my skin gives in

they fill cracks with black tar

and ready my body

until it can be flattened out

again

Men like fabric float down

land on the hard ground

to envelope my body

and forked tongues

excavate my organs

until I crumble

like crushed gravel

I once tried to save you, but my

arms were shaking

I would burn off

my eyelashes

and pull thought

out through my ear

in order to

stand still and stop shaking

in order to

never be bothered

by the the crooked handshake of time

There was nothing more that I could do

Even if they fastened my arms to a steel seat

and plugged electricity into my mouth

I would still spit out the indecency of

sentiment

and swallow poison

until my teeth fell out from their roots

There was nothing more that I could do