I am pulled into
individual pieces
woven back in thirds
forced through an eye, dragged over
and under till my face is
drawn taut with forced smile, behind
is all thread, no brain.
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See AllRoaches rustle up Legs, screams catch in a black box; Septic words sting, black mold builds strength over time, A monster, as you call it.
venomous brain cells manic marrow memory-rich barnacles fretful fingernails fatty judgment
As if Pan’s shadow, sighs peel from tongues, contracting the afterparty to other galaxies, stars gust by torrid breath.
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