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selfish velvet

linn luker

do you ever feel like drowning?

will you let me fill your lungs

with roses

that I've grown myself?

I'll swallow the thorns that tease,

and my throat will unfold for you,

and I will sink to my knees,

and into my praying hands I will

choke on my own blood,

and every word that I've never said

but should have,

would have,

will die with me.

on my epitaph they will write,

could you ever shed your selfish velvet?

and at my funeral

you will suffocate into your

preying hands,

and you will wilt

just as I have.