Here is Yours

id like to say you never owned it; that you only rented and always
payed late but thats not the truth. truth is you sold to the lowest
bidder and put the cash in a safedepositbox you purposely lost the key
to. and the papers changed hands but the spirits still the same,
somehow tied inside your skin or bound in veins to mingle with whatever
youre injecting, but its me whos infected with the disappeariang ink
you used to sign on the invisible, with the invisible, and theres no
puddingsproof to scream your lies out loud. as far as youre
concerned:
out of view, im out of you.
but youre about to learn a new dimension.