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Wilted Poppy Skeleton Brides

from The Poverty of Language by ANTIBLISS

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Seen a lot of violence, still got pieces left to prove it.
Fill lungs as protrusions sting esophagus.
Fungus leeching, leering empty eyed with shallow pride.
Wilted poppy skeleton brides wait to be widowed,
While their counterparts taste blood as they do bite,
And become drawn to open wounds.

Choke up my children, don’t spare them the lies or sugar-coating,
“Kid, your father is buried deep within the moon,
His rips erode as he emaciated himself having wasted weeks,
Just staring into space to seek a site for his sweet death.”
Loses grips with final breaths.

Failed necromancers near infected without bandage.
Hairline recede, scalp bleed in sleep.
Scrutinizing time within the realm that is mind.
Diminished dream eye gleam formality,
Revealing itself as but a weary worm’s end.

Slowly die and see through Europa eyes.
Moon men descended down from dark skies.
The mind of the mirrored stranger is NOT standing in front of you.
Pessimist, static, insecure, traumatic.
The earth revolved around the burnt out sun.

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from The Poverty of Language, released December 30, 2016

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