For crushing Nefertiti
I condemn you to
the wire, oiled wood,
confined to darkness,
your organs stored
in pewter boxes where
demon children keep
their stolen plastic toys.
For shattered bones
your skin to memorize, record
each nerve to burn,
explode like
firecrackers. Then
a goodbye kiss
for what is left
before it
fractures.
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