Perla

Ink on my arm exploding across my dry skin
 Cells pre-aging; hereditary
 Magnifying energies, coldness when my breath is still
 The bark on the tree gets rigid and frozen
 Voided spells alter life, hands slide under the gap
 Have centipedes been inside before?
 Have centipedes been inside before?
 Gripping as it holds onto itself
 It keeps attempting to grow
 Crack-back echos
 Naked the scream
 Two pennies left at the roots
 Two pennies left at the roots
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 They kneel and dig fingers into the dirt
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 There's no way to push forward
 To force anything
 
 Stop blowing smoke in its face, face, face