I stink like deer meat...
coffee cigarettes and blueberry juice
the trampling caused the paths
upon which we pause...
now meditate
my needing no longer wanting
my phalanx tooth
shimmy through
lose the noose
loose...
fresh goose neck bled...
the proof...
tongue laid to bed
what a grave
the sound of pianos has become
what a widow...
what a...
...
her death gave way
to these weighing waves
gaze I raise from palms that pray
psalms of silence
hymns hinge on haze
virus from the tentacles
I only accept
hands slack behind my back
as I grip the splitting cells
blindfold held til I turn away
only time would tell
but my love, my belle
do you remember?
we collapsed the skull
under water in light of the swell
we cut out the tongue
to cease the smell
senses fuckered
directions rudder
the base got harder
as the fins fade darker
we touch the bottom
to rise again...
death by pressure...
...my aquatic bones begin to bubble...
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