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Dark Wendigo
Irrational and intoxicated
profane, soon to be snow
on the shell of my soul's
dark Wendigo
withering into the planter
in the fallows of gnomes
cultivating the shadows
in twilight's menagerie
with rhythms of the blues
obsession for lowriders
with chrome-plated tattoos
of saddlebags and hags
grinding out the marrow
under low light and horror
attached to the umbilical
of a dark Wendigo
profane, soon to be snow
on the shell of my soul's
dark Wendigo
withering into the planter
in the fallows of gnomes
cultivating the shadows
in twilight's menagerie
with rhythms of the blues
obsession for lowriders
with chrome-plated tattoos
of saddlebags and hags
grinding out the marrow
under low light and horror
attached to the umbilical
of a dark Wendigo
Published 5th May 2022
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