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Gold coats my finger and it is molten power that I paid for a body modification like piercings but a wrapping to my hand it will spread as I earn the coin for it selling fentanyl to teenagers whose parents got them hooked before they were born to broken buildings when buildings fall they always look the same a wrecking ball or tornado or tsunami all break brick identically styled even though architects design unique structures do they prepare the building to die or do they think it will live forever nothing does just ask engineers or kids on opioids who pay for golden rings that prepare me to die

Gold coats my arm a gauntlet of desire that lusts after itself in show of both wealth and strength to break and build I want to build a house that looks the same as every other but becomes unique when it is broken or burned I will call it a slum and make lots of them as a grand jest and parents will move in with kids who can sell fentanyl to one another for me to make a killing without having to dirty my hands because we know I like to keep my gold clean and my arms are forged like the golden king’s Sunday best

Gold coats my body they are bedsheets and I wear no clothes under the metal cocoon that might break my doctors tell me it is unstable to wrap oneself in gold but they just want the suit too I know even the opioidults that clean it daily lust after my prize it is their grief as I tell them to leave and they walk into the woods to die on their parent’s graves on command they have not enough strength to dig their own hole besides graves always look the same anyway so they get to be unique like I am except they are not suited in gold and I can tell that their faces will tire me soon and I’ll have to complete my own resting place

Gold coats my face in a painful way it blinded me and sealed my lips so I cannot command the wasted anymore but I can almost hear them following my instructions cawing and whooping as they break their houses and see the beauty I prepared for them I am selfless in my old age eternity approaches and I accept it with open arms crossed over my chest they adorn my grave with jewels and they will place me in a building that is never supposed to break but the architects lie how could they not they feared me I wonder if they no longer fear me if they fear my son who will be cast in silver or if all their fear is gone as I begin to die and I cannot ask and the fentanyl is wearing off and I’m afraid that this is death, and it is deaf and there is no gold-clad angel to escort me, there cannot be, there is no more gold; I am wearing it all.

2019