i await the muse the breath
Allow the anger to seethe
bubble
under bleached skin
Talons
raking scars of light
congealing acid
as it flows free
Drip
drip
upon the carcass
blackened
by the sun
My eyes
liquid pools of ink
darken’d
under a harlequin moon
Short
staccato
draws of air
Warm to inhale
warm
on exhale
Feted tongue
feeds beyond
Tastes
contours of flesh
traced
in silhouettes of shadows
left as marks
upon stone
Scared for time
sequences of blurring
Dark
shifts
Sands
in time
click
Click
Allow sound
to escape the burning
listen if you can
Listen
quiet
Hear death
as is beats in two
listen
hear me
As I
kiss
death
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