Dark crystal shreds of liquid thoughts
Bubble up from the blooded gash
Teeth pink pearls streaked with history
Falling as slithers from tired gums
A sleekness aswaits the frayed me
As it looses tatters of dignity
Shedding the physicality
Nothing now but posioned thought
Floating free
A mass of threads tangling
Meat is meat and no more
A ruby drop falls
Seeding the plans below
With memories
They will grow
Maybe they can be harvested
And burnt

Posted: Wednesday, March 11th, 2020 @ 11:30 am
Categories: Poems.
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