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Muddy Sneakers
What muddy sneakers we tread
in Carnation's dark widow bed
and my hunger clinging to the carcass.
“What great big eyes you have, Grandma.”
Quibbling between the sheets
synchronously performing fellatio
with no room for pantaloons.
Hanging on to death's little thingy
keeping company with the dead
melding snuff, with death's talcum.
"I haven't yet begun to taste."
What muddy sneakers we tread
in Carnation's dark widow bed.
in Carnation's dark widow bed
and my hunger clinging to the carcass.
“What great big eyes you have, Grandma.”
Quibbling between the sheets
synchronously performing fellatio
with no room for pantaloons.
Hanging on to death's little thingy
keeping company with the dead
melding snuff, with death's talcum.
"I haven't yet begun to taste."
What muddy sneakers we tread
in Carnation's dark widow bed.
Published 30th Jul 2023
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