Vertigo contusions concieved at the wrist.
Severance from this sidereal bliss.
Inertiatic pandemic spreads like fire.
Ashes to remain on the funeral pyre.
Cardiac wraiths now mar his visage.
His iris falls upon a sapient image.
Mascara lips; scissors and suture
Tunnel spread: he is their future.
Ashes now remain on the funeral pyre.
Illusions are lost beneath the warm mire.
Prosthetic limb.
Concentric whims.
Carpal snare, levitating queens.
Parachute fall is the only means
to escape the erudite whirlpool.
Another added to the toll, a facet of the jewel.
Prosthetic limb.
Concentric whims.
Shaking hands with
the undertow again.














Comments
Awesome.
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Let's lay like outlaws.
"Mascara lips; scissors and suture
Tunnel spread: he is their future."
I loved those lines.
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