Toxi geni City

May 25, 2021
1 min read

producing poison is to unsettle a soul and then demand it to find an apex in cornerless countries.

to rip its outline with uncaring, serrated words and without touching it. ‘Sorry’ stays bound in throats

like strangers in tight spaces with no handles on why or how they are there. Skin itching forever.

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