you're a reptile
she said
i can see it in you
you're not one of us

and as i watch the
rain cross over the threshold
a perfect view over the hills
i bleed my very own ceremony

as she tells me how
they tore the child out of her
and poisoned her
and left her seeing

and it envelops us
is it me?
so much potential for destruction
am i really this powerful?

when i was a child
i once confessed
standing over my parents' bed
with a butchers knife...

and he said
he with the starched collar
and lavish collection
that's perfectly normal...



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i am learning how to use my camera at long last thanks to my crime scene photography course : go figure!