Bait my breath and dangle your hook into my throat,
leaving the gag reflex unmoved, yet nerves screaming through synapses
as the metal fingernail opens a gash, overflowing fluids,
and as my cauldron lungs bubble and froth,
as my paper body convulses beyond control,
as my snake eyes strain out of their sockets,
as my pig cheeks turn pink, red, purple, blue,
I'll scribble futile newspaper articles, but they'll know it was you.
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