“Two Feet in Different Rooms”
Dusty graves
Sway like waves
Cobwebbed and riddled with
Spiders exploding externally
Inside out intestines graze the backwards flesh
Leaving perpetual scars that taunt the concealed molecules
Resurrection would be a curse
Thorns flatlined, thickly veiled in a sheath of
Seeds in the grains remain
With a bitter residue, without the sting
Salvage sedation, spare the hovering apparitions
Triumphant soul tossed shapes of blinding gold
Into the murky heavens that began to evaporate
They linger like a recurring nightmare
A moist facade oozes into orifices with reassurance
It seeps like raindrops surrounding dew
Bobbing brightly on the foliage, spearing unknown
The green jungle curves with aromas of rot
The scent of intangible corners of concealed days
A ghastly tap resounds, breaking placidity
Do fresh, raw scabs shimmy in the sky like shattered taillights?
Chance does not solidify soft ripples of sand
Fitting creases like a snug shoe
Scramble for a pressure point
Let only warm drops tinge hearts with ecstasy
Ice is what keeps first and second hands clicking
Smothered amid the gravel that lines the headstones
Toes creep toward waxed, glossy spirals
A beacon springing from a gale
Waver in and out like flowing leg hairs
Strings dangle mockingly from shoulders like a noose
Selfless spirits haunt the entrance
Perks mingle with ammunition
Uphill with two-by-four soles
Shrieks futility and an urge
Shadowed corridors quench the sandpaper
Familiarity breeds from peaked wonder
It jingles through the lines like a bell beneath mistletoe
Trapped veins fail to squelch the crimson rose
The glittering abyss, phalanges nestled in sponge
The chink beckons with the Grim Reaper’s rainbow
Roaring flames surge atop the glowing bricks
Flowerbeds erected from the blocks
Twigs immersed in the soil that deter
I want to be a lot of things
A pasty, gaunt appendage protrudes from the rubble and clamps damp metal
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