Cross my fart and hope to lie

Memories of lost time

Confined to quiet tears

Pressed against my will

A door not to be opened

Nail it, screw it slam it shut

I bolt the remnants of you in a trunk; chain and all

I won’t pick up your calls

My heart weeps at a loss so deep

I mourn for the living

Like a tanked fish mourns for the sea

you said, “You’re just like me, you see.”

But I ripped my eyes out

The fear too great, I would rather be blind

Than watch myself become like you

I slam my head in grief

A wave against reef

To the cliffs, I shall retreat

You’ll never get to meet

This fabulous creature

You eternal leech.

Odes to toads.

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