I used to play dead underneath the sheets
while you hung from the ceiling.
I'm split in two playing tag with myself.
If relax, then I'd fall to pieces.
Continue scratching at the paint.
In solitude my teeth decay.
With this paper bag around my mouth,
I promise nothing will come out.
Like wolves in fleece jackets
they remain enigmatic.
So slide between my collar
fill my throat up with blood.
You couldn't stand my taciturn response
to hid in the wallpaper.
Quit breathing with your mouth open.
I'm losing sleep it's disgusting.
I"m breathing with my open.
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