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Gray Ghost
Like a dream, it came in a coat of decaying carrion. Hunched
as a gray ghost and as thick as a harlot's thighs. The fog
blinded the night. Hanging the moon with an eerie frost and
a howling, crawling over my bedpost. Lifeless and motherless.
A bastard's mist of embryos of poached memories I have bred.
Conjuring the Queen of the dead as I spit my chowder on worms
that awaken me from sleep.
as a gray ghost and as thick as a harlot's thighs. The fog
blinded the night. Hanging the moon with an eerie frost and
a howling, crawling over my bedpost. Lifeless and motherless.
A bastard's mist of embryos of poached memories I have bred.
Conjuring the Queen of the dead as I spit my chowder on worms
that awaken me from sleep.
Published 14th Sep 2021
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