Safety in Numbers

Triangulate your position

The line beeps four times

Vanishing eyes 

And zipper mouths

Knocking on doors

But the wood splinters

Hands fall crimson

Nails bite back

We take up room

And take it back

These animals with furrowed brow

We laugh and drink

For the lies all suit us


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