Lace me up, darling

Would it mean something if I were to cinch a tourniquet tight
around my waist?
Until I felt my organs kissing for the very first time
like long lost lovers tied to railroad tracks
It would be adrenaline filled but with
no struggle or hesitation
Just that singular explosive moment before the big blackout and
death greets you on the doorstep of your pitch dark mind

Do you ever think
y’ know, the world just isn’t for me
as you ask your mortal enemy to pull tighter on the strap
And so they do
your organs really buddy up, start sticking pins in one another playfully
Eyes close as if ordered
pressing on the pain with two gnarled fingers
I guess,
we are all just dolls being stuck with pins playfully

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