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Milk Thistle Cries
Tight layering of fernented
despair, necrotic tissue a
collection for the pyre
Tattoos and scars a coloration
depleted, can be seen with
your head cocked to one side
Sleep, in your peculiar ways
Joy, carved into your bony
appearance, a reflection
of the vile things, that help
you dream
Vultures, pick apart choice
memories, freeze dried and
punctured, by stray needles
raining down from
a piebald sky
Losing bits of your alluvial
green as cross draft mirages
fade away to nothing
Milk thistle cries as you grin,
and snort her, through your
decayed nasal
Chasing prickly powder with a
shot of diesel fuel
Old ways sealed with steeping
hemlock held together with
sutures patterned after the
sections of your bleached skull
leaching out one hundred year
old joy onto the black canvas you
hold close to your shriveling heart
despair, necrotic tissue a
collection for the pyre
Tattoos and scars a coloration
depleted, can be seen with
your head cocked to one side
Sleep, in your peculiar ways
Joy, carved into your bony
appearance, a reflection
of the vile things, that help
you dream
Vultures, pick apart choice
memories, freeze dried and
punctured, by stray needles
raining down from
a piebald sky
Losing bits of your alluvial
green as cross draft mirages
fade away to nothing
Milk thistle cries as you grin,
and snort her, through your
decayed nasal
Chasing prickly powder with a
shot of diesel fuel
Old ways sealed with steeping
hemlock held together with
sutures patterned after the
sections of your bleached skull
leaching out one hundred year
old joy onto the black canvas you
hold close to your shriveling heart
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