Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Make Me Dust

this ash of my mouth
thick tongued, swollen
i pull
and the pink meat dies
down deep a hole a pit a
dry rattling hum
all that's left of
my voice my cry my scream
a flesh husk filled
with ocean-less sand,
thirst, undrinkable
so i will
desert my insides
make them dirt
make me dust

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