stretch marks
like a lazy river
across your smile
while inside your mouth
there is darkness
always
*
but
you feel that
no one feels that
like you feel
until you find a little book
with all your words
full and bleeding
wet
yet still burning with fire
*
i am the grand son
of a grand man
who was once a son
wondering if he would have children
and if they’d be as grand as
he is
*
i am a fire
wild and consuming
but on my birthday
day by day
i blow myself out
*
give me fame
for it cannot be spelt
without me
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