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The bell jar speaks: chapter 1 #2

Blink and these prison bars melt  
as buttered flesh in the oven.    
endless skyscrapers with windows    
waitresses and help wanted ads    
    
sucking the life from our eye sockets,      
headcheese for the brave at heart.    
taking claw hammers to the night sky,    
stars were rusty bent nail heads   
     
pouring kerosene on my best black suits and your fur wardrobe,    
we watched it all burn      
as Tartini's Violin Sonata in G minor    
trilled in the background.
Written by samael (Zaroff poetry)
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https://zaroffpoetry.wordpress.com/2017/07/20/cold-cold-cadaver/
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