By the construction site underway, I’ll murder you

Because for the past six mornings,
I’ve awoken to the restructuring of this city,
Been blown into the renovations of myself.
And as I move out of your sovereignty,
I’m scared to create my own,
to imitate your torment.
Yes, to saw off your grip cost me more blood.
I’m more outside than your severed wrist.
Control functions still prevail,
Outside your grasp on me.
Can’t you just leave me to stare down
this burning spark before my lips?
To kiss the flame and forget you.


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