Keegan Crawford

A candle melting all the way down until it's nothing but a wick

Watch me turn into a bat

and fly into a cave,

I will light candles by my bed

on the ceiling,

to feel no remorse for killing something

feels strange and alien,

my wings are long and I won't know the difference

between having arms and having wings after a while,

I don't want to drink blood but it's necessary for my survival

Play Duality by Slipknot

cut me in half with a chainsaw (think of the sound of a bone breaking)

when you cut something

you are actually putting something very small

between other very small things

to separate them

put your hand between my hands

Keegan Crawford lives in Portland, OR, where he makes music, writes poetry and prose, and wears black.

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