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Rattle

by Indigo Tempesta

My chest is making strange noises again
Quick Make it better
I think it needs feeding
Better to comply fully
Fill

I am sitting here topless
Writing this letter to you
Since I was inspired as I was
Changing
And you know more than me
Such as andante
And crescendo
But I know where they were born My dear
I was there

I'm feeling brilliant
Quick Make it better
Maybe
Someday
I'll understand humility
Give me no wounds
Leave the shooting-down for them
I'm feeling brilliant only as a cover-up
I know this is all a lie
But no one's called me on it yet

There are two of you
And you rattle and clunk around in my rib cage
The one wants to kill the other
And vice versa
You crash agaist each other's shell
But weigh the same physically
And would be in love if not for me in the middle
I've become a 2-sided mirror
In my own mind
This never happened

Would you grow up and around and into me
Would you go a-wandering
Would you trade acid for blood
And share some with me

My chest sounds like a Ninteen-Fifty-Seven engine
Hollow, iron, and full of loose parts
Quick
So humble me or
Pour some water on and let me hiss
My chest is moaning
But you don't know the details
Yet so
Assume it's really
Hungry

04/03/2002

Posted on 04/03/2002
Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta

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