August 18, 2015 – mindlovemisery

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Her torn veins empty themselves,

Like laughter caught in

The miasma of escaping ghosts.

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Her tongue is a broken engine,

Heart a sack of marbles shot

Through reaches of sunlight.

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Blood thickens her tears,

Extinctions generated in the dark

Fossils laid and revisited.

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She feasts on heirlooms,

Forcing her way into the bones

Of her stillborn mother.

For

and

mindlovemisery