Swallow me, please and thank you 

Gold hoops warp the wind as I stride 
Pus grows above my lip 
Foot stepped on the screen
Slick palms 
Welcome the tide 
Welcome the excuse to dip 
Into the needles of your glossolalic misery 
Your tongue whips to swallow mine 
Sweat drips down through our shared distillery 
Pure poison now slips down my spine 
Chemical incense of your sweaty hands
Slackens and stains my grip 
I smell ghostly and blue 
Vision blurred from the sand 
I slam to the ground 
Just a blip 

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