Wrote something after a while. Temme whatchu think!
I have given up.
On this summer languor- this doleful heat.
I have become one of the jaded-
With fevered metal heads.
Marionettes trudging in grand, righteous masque-
Clutching raw throats- blood eyed wraiths above deterrent guise. All-
Dilute tongues and unscented incense-prayers;
Chilblain blue toes and purpled lace thighs.
Florid saprophytes; rooting on sunken palms.
A gentle, stretchable crown;
An impalpable snake throttling neck.
Iron fisted mallets battering against skull and sternum:
Gormless pain turns visceral.
Cochineal clusters settled on lung
Sliced open- suppurating alveoli stop ticking; detonate-
Into bloodbursts. Body verges war on self:
A nuclear winter arrives.
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