peeling themselves from billboards,
stretching loose flesh into bony fingertips
from pools of unseen waves...
they force their ethereal hands
into
your
mouth,
pulling the vocal chords.

they asphyxiate,
your brain a useless appendage to those two dimensional.

you fall for what leads you,
want for what bleeds you.

solace in pain,
a candy-colored smiling nightmare.

[changethechannelchangethechannelchangethechannel]

NB @ 10:18 AM

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