home for sale

---we go home, you dazzle of home, you advertise it. the father owns the mother---

owns me. but i own something that cannot be kept, by anyone. it has no quantity. i hear laughing downstairs, a joy that sounds like a threat.

---we laugh at you so your shell will harden and compound in value. your treasure is ours. we'll keep you kept. your body has agreed to the sale of an organ. the price is the price. the sales/death process commences.---

and you purchase nothing for the cost of nothing, a vast fortune of costume jewelry, a string of pearls of atoms with a half life of my lifetime that cannot be worn or sold. it already decays. i will not discard what discards itself.

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