Thursday, April 20, 2017

I dream of your star power,
your ready teeth,
how you could dissect them all
and reassemble them,
how you could touch the lamps
while whispering madness,
turning the sucking lights
towards your own face,
gloating in the momentary,
not knowing the abyss,
yet somehow still above it,
flaunting a pterodactyl flower
toward the unwanted
in order to be allowed to eat.

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