when skin turns
a biopsy reveals
sparkling polaris
curious teeth in the shelterbelt
a war drum
is just an instrument
the human animal
licks it's jowls
and a garbage disposal gurgles
with torn esophagus
the womb is a sunburst
in outer layer
a cavity on the inside
a living, breathing wound
all static is just noise
schizophrenic to panoramic
coming in through every pore
laying dead
and half eaten
on the kitchen floor
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i am driven crazy. i love when words come together like this!
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