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the withering go ahead and suck the rest of summer from my lungs; exchange my humid breath with dry, white dust to spew to the heavens, freeze the white ghosts hovering above the burnt ground, transparently inked with its black sheep roaming. pluck the stray hair from my decaying head, withering with no further purpose to frolic with tan fools; my skin burnt and raw from ignorance about light, and freck'ed by genetic predisposition, too late to alter. thanks mom and dad. slowly i go down between the remaining blades, yellow like butternut soup from squash spared in the cellar. slowly i go into the dark hole for what's remaining to eat, because i still have a hunger for something but did not cultivate the garden well. shuck my chafing skin like you husk stored corn; but no butter churned to spread. the bitter salt sprinkles my corpse still fresh, but soon rotting. with my last prayers spoke to a bare place setting, i have nothing left to give or share. 8.29.20 |
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