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death stares at me through the cold stoic pits of the idiot box
my mortality bites me incessantly

murder at daybreak:
i rise with the victim’s corpses
to watch the day’s bloody advent

casualties at noontide:
accidents piling
collecting
like dust
settling
on the murky surface of my coffee cup

blood spilled at sunset:
scrapesscratchesbrokenlimbsgapingwounds…
wailing mouths
a cry united
in pain
exploding from the lungs, diaphragms screeching

yet:
muted

god how i wish I could blink away the sight.-