Saw


I wish someone would saw my insides out.

Hack me down like an old oak tree

Finally, let out

these butterflies

rotting in my gut.

I can’t eat.

I can’t sleep.

Zak told me to take everything with a grain of salt.

I told him I love the taste too much.

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