Screams from des yeux
Mouths with distinguishable tones
spew the sharpest winds.
Necks that quiver with force
are only able to bend.
Tongues bitten until they slither;
swallowed along with aches to escape.
Toes that tear the soles,
digging into the earth to
create a tunnel from which
the darkest lips will taste light.
Screams from des yeux
keep them at bay.
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