Creep slowly
eyes down waiting to
eat golden steel.
Cracked knuckles and teeth
made of wood.
Scars wind round carpals
blood pools in arches
seeping through cracks
of rocks
splitting and pushing and bending and snapping
skulls, vertebra
pressed.
Steel cables wind
down lights shining over bright foggy blue.
Horse hair whips like flies
like begets like
whispers beget whispers
“sh”
it will be okay.
Don’t look at me, i am
okay. I will be
okay.
Stacks and rows of people
in buildings
watching, papers shuffling hair behind
ears.
The golden gate bridge will always be there.
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