Pupal sized plates
birds at the crack of dawn
the same overplayed,
burnout song

Was it worth repeating 
come up, forget
come down, remember
circle the drain till
everything feels like a half remembered tv show

I’m back in the school library again
his arms are around me
telling me he
going to fuck me

I was struggling 
you were watching

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