what took you so long to get here.

the mind sweats a coma:
charred from sunday's
pink sunset, four in the
afternoon. disguised as
sleeping corpses. i do
not know if this blindness
is imaginary. cracked
bones & plaque teeth,
you are confusing your
senses, darling, tasting
what is meant for eyes.
i am vomiting up the
flesh of our children;
what took you so long to get here?


k.t. strasse said...

i'm not sure what i feel about this, but i do feel very strongly.

k.t. strasse said...

also, why don't you post more?

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