I had read something a couple weeks back full of cliche. I wrote a cliche line, and then took it to a bad place in the next line. I did this five times or so and this was the result. A bit of an exercise, I suppose.
"Fucking Cliches"
I love you more than anything I’ve ever known,
and so I sew myself to you in malice.
You tore my heart with hands of fire,
and so I douse you in kerosene.
My weary heart is the only companion for my dark soul,
and so I drug them until they rape one another into static.
The shards of glass cut my tired hands,
and so I lick the palms until my stomach empties into my abdomen.
No one understands me,
and so I paint my brains with a forty-five caliber brush on the wall
until they get the picture.



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