an appetite such as this will surely de/compose. i could never open my mouth to take it in. i could never speak or narrate my own repose.
double again. i redouble again. you think your desire is just like mine. you think i wouldn't try to force your withheld spine or reveal those of your kind. i still can't write my own life. but you think that i wouldn't blow your cover when you confide in me about a scam you'll pull, i'll tell the whole town.
i'll die again if you make me take this in. i'll tell the whole town.