Flow

 

Two for Tuesday

 NOT ME

Heat grows decadence
radioactive with accusation 

My house is wood, but old
not rainforest, you see

I have a car
but my neighbor has three

I've sheets thousand-threaded
but not even new

My phone a year old
I'm holier than you!

A train that hates track
A steak-high brain, but alack

Burn the wick
I smell guilt.

BREACH

To hell with your justice!

You talk like it's water, 

at least YOU can swim in it

But it's not water, it's an oil

and its slippery bits grip

my shoulders, pulling me down

taking bites, everything

will be fine

just breathe,

don't

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