People aren't Homes

'Less you carve them out.

Gut them.

Scrape clean every crevice

Filthy entrails taking up space
You'll need room for your confines.

Gut them.

There's some living thing taking up space
You'll need to carve them out, clean.

Gut them.

Filthy, breathing things sitting in your place.
Fresh skin for your confines every crevice Gut
Them.

Scrape it clean.

You need room to live. Filthy vermin in the corners
Shedding skin you'll have to Drown them Clean them Gut
Them.

Move in.

Start anew contrive a home fresh confines. Skin them.

Nice view. Caught you peeking through the bones a living thing in need of
space will have to Drown them Clean them Skin them Gut them.

Ease in.

You need room for your confines fresh home crawl space. Carved out every crevice. Living things will grow. There's something digging in your skin. You need to Clean them Gut them Break any bones.

Breathe in.

A breathing thing must grow. Sever every limb. Knees tucked to your chest you're in need of home a little tight in your confines. Carve them Gut them.

Stretch your legs. You need room to grow.

Take your place stand tall still an ache in your neck. Something's getting in your way. Slit the throat Remove the head. Fresh space in your confines. You need room to grow.

Through severed limbs. In need of a home.

There's something digging in your skin. A living thing was in your place. Some breathing thing was in your place. Scrape clean every crevice. Need space for your confines. Drown them Skin them Clean them Gut them Sever every limb Slit the throat Remove the head Remove the last little pesky little bones. Nothing left. Would be nice to have a home.

On idols. On pedestals. On saviours. On homes.
[Circa 21:17:18-22:00 11 feb 2025. 1:35-5:15:09 12 feb 2025.]