You are
filing down what is left of your
red fingernails while

constantly humming a song
nobody else remembers.

You play with
box cutters and knitting needles,
making woven coasters
shaped like skulls

You keep me up at night

You don't think I'll leave,
but you'll be surprised.

I promise to give you a going away present
for your basement

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