Uncut


I had a dream that your head was in my freezer;
not a nightmare,
just a wish it were there.
Underneath the beheaded sight,
your sliced up body was packed tight.
I was preserving you until midnight,
to hide your pieces just fucking right.

Your eyes were frozen in fear,
trapped inside my safe;
where I store my dirty secrets,
and analyze your face.

But to your skull,
I drew a hammer;
breaking into a fucking answer
as to why you were so cold.

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