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three steps before hell
the gate keepers ask
if you came for
business or pleasure
big fucking question
sure they would expect
you’ve at least
made up your mind by now
and have it all figured out
but you’re just trying
to smile
and they’re trying
to smile
as you walk off
thinking they probably
get this
all the time

the priests team up

and work in shifts in

an attempt to comfort me

they spoon feed me fruits

directly from jars

but I’m having

none of it

this time

I spit it in a soft lake

and hide in the tall grass

wild and scared

when nature lets its hair grow out

I’m climbing every single one

until gravity pulls

a friendly reminder

of the stones in my pocket

but my god

it’s hard to feel heavy

next to you