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I've scarcely eaten for days.

I'm staring at a page from my book,
Watching the words shift and slip from focus.
So, I take a razor,
Cut the paper
In thin parallels --
Line after cross after double-cross,
Until it's nothing but confetti-words.
A handful of burning letters,
Acid ciphers,
Trickling through my fingers
Like antifreeze for the soul.

A deadly poison, antifreeze.

I hear it tastes sweet,
Earning more than one curious kitten
Terminal heartburn.

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