poema

November 1, 2018

Pulp thick.

Grainy tongue

Yack

Tons of lids

Miel ears

Can you feel it

Thrum & bone

Garbage & ash

Coated me

Scruff & crust

Thorns pierce muscle

Platelets clot

Clouded ruby

Sangre cesspool

Tarnished china

I can feel it

Recede into the froth

Throw back in cascades

Ridgeback throat

Skyward eyes

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