---

There is a great violence

a wild capability

in all living things

who hold some amount

of composure

To become dismantled

to a point where we stop to function

are broken down

into our raw materials

We can explode

into ribbons

into soft scraps

making heavy piles

that quietly rest

All lips

can purse with blood

All eyes

can loosen unsocketed

Only some amounts

of vegetation

strung up

on electrical currents

We wait to gibber

chewing off our own lips

limbless

& squealing fluids