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"I do it so it feels like hell"
-Plath
He died before I had the time and stayed alive too long
for me to steal what is mine. His eye is the wandering eye,
the sentinel eye, the eye of judgment, an aspect
of Babylon. Even the bones would do were I to cut them
from the meat of his thigh. I think he knows I mean to do him harm
the way he guards his breath, sleeps on a folded towel, drinks
so that no poison could flourish in his poisoned breast. I am poisoned too,
I mean
to do him harm. Even if he were not, which he is, I would do this
again and again - do it so it feels like hell - do it so it feels real, crush
his arms into bitter votive wrapped around me like a father might. That would be enough,
a handful, a token, hell, even the bones would do.
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