Additional Taciturn

Muses stumble
tumbling out of billowed
helium zeppelins
dead droppings of lead
crashing craniums onto
filthy city concrete
I'm left with naught
but my own stench head
& the voided vacancy;
to traipse through
mirrored
macerated
reflections I dread
refracted rouge
cranberry bruises
kisses of the fullest moon
black & bluish berry
finger bushes
growing after the rain
plainly gaining more stains
pleated brands on my
forearm's frames

Tucking undershirt
the shaming
& parting no lips
to display heated
accountings

Bleating;...I should

But reapeatedly...

Refraining

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For the no-edit comp. I let this flow...and for quite a while, I think I needed to and never allowed myself. This was too easy to write, but it's too hard to say