Ritual Sacrifice


Drown me in this awful boredom
Stretch my skin across my desk
Let it dry to leather
Over rubbed-blank keyboard sweat

Push my milk-grey bones
Through slatted metal blinds
To keep the sunshine moving in
Its watery, tinted lines

Take my blood to feed the plants
Let it pool around them and clot
The only living things to thrive
Contented, fleshy, plump in pots

Take my lungs and press the air out
Recycle the last gasp
Through dusty aircon vents and pipes
Swallowed words in fibreglass

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