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Scorpions can't kill themselves
The porcupines are bleeding.
The porcupines are bleeding, and
the cactuses are skewering their pups.
The porcupines are bleeding, and the cactuses
are skewering their pups, and the
scorpions are dizzy with venom.
The scorpions are dizzy with venom, except
that’s a myth. they’re dizzy from the fire
and the alcohol, spasming
as their insides unravel, dancing
for the pleasure of a sadist.
The sadists are laughing.
The sadists are laughing, and
nature is cackling with them.
The sadists are laughing, and nature
is cackling with them, and everyone
is lighting their friends on fire
and howling
because it tickles.
Originally appeared in Denton Poets' Assembly Anthology