Nothing's Changed

nothing’s changed
by matt ronquillo
I used my gold plated hands to pour neon steel inside myself
Now I’m the ghost of a girl choked out on vomit
Hovering over my final resting porch, eternally
Bashing at the floorboards, blast beat shrieking
Sparking vengeance embers
Down-rip soil digging, making dirt and dust spiral overhead
I’m barking aggressively in repetitive shoves
To instigate an unstoppable motion of continuity
A dust devil’s wailing in a whip-wheeze current
And this broke-down town’s banging around my inner voice drain
I swallow its fucking cries down my throat with dust and my spade

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