Rollerskating Scab

Blood, bile, my shin chimes,
Bone ghost-clangs under grapefruit
Bump. Once, I was blind.

My future: abyss.
Watery-black nonbeing.
Now, after braking

My skates with the bench,
Monkey-barring the metal,
I am finally living.
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