29 (untitled, but I think I was angry)

my red velvet blood runs through my veins

it turns sour, coarse

I rub my desert canyon palms against my face

I feel screaming heartbeats rattle my teeth

and I’m supposed to swallow

peppery irises smoking out the dark

I seize that objects distorting the light

I remain with sour, coarse blood

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