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How do we escape
Flooding in the tombs
Candles over sill
Blown apart to cinders
Hungry stains in ink
Flaying me to task
Oral I remain
Putrefied on fields
Lost in a chorus of wounds
I itch and crave divine lit perfumes
Inundate through ghoulish masks
I'm hanging on to barely reach you
We weave, wept, coloring flatlines
Wishing in boneyards wielding a crushed light.
Flooding in the tombs
Candles over sill
Blown apart to cinders
Hungry stains in ink
Flaying me to task
Oral I remain
Putrefied on fields
Lost in a chorus of wounds
I itch and crave divine lit perfumes
Inundate through ghoulish masks
I'm hanging on to barely reach you
We weave, wept, coloring flatlines
Wishing in boneyards wielding a crushed light.
Published 17th Jul 2023
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