merry christmas, please dont call.
leave letters tattered with your tears or spit into an envelope and leave it in my mailbox with shears and maybe ill have one less beer this year.
adorn a dandelion with smoke and make him fly with no wings. let him soar the skies and tell him he can never do it again. maybe i will receive a cigarette butt again.
paint me a picture with the blood of my next and send me the frame made of termite sprayed cedar, but please dont text
october and november and all those who came please rip a hair and tie it into my veil
tape your stomach shut and let the butterflies suffocate and maybe ill receive your letter in the mail
pierce my ears with the knives of your voice and maybe ill thank the angels for this choice
so with my last breath i will roll over to kiss you goodmorning
merry christmas, please stop calling.
between the rotting walls 
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