by the end of the night, towards
a whisper, my mouth full
of yes, you still
dreaming in neon, high
voltage – i’ve let
go, and you
haven’t even noticed.
it has become more
than just using
me to advertise your
authority, bending the most
fragile parts to enter
and excite in the burn.
in spite of
the current, i’ll do
every shape, just don’t
expect me to glow
while caving in
.
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