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Meat

- heavy dream of
soft blood trickling, warm,
in a bitter spring.

a sore breast, beneath the weight
of diseased memory.
an obscure moon, waning
its obscene silver beauty
of blasphemy.

a private companion, perfect.
a dark house, hot terror.
a nervous shine of
medicinal sweat, smeared.
sleep blooms early upon
the machine and its thought games.

Hungry, noxious virtue,
the slow flesh of a ghost.
crawling lust, blind
happy meat.
Written by RByron418 (R Byron Johnson)
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