washing a long knife.
Faces from the depths
of pressure conjured
fading in mid air
before they pop
the sky.
Evaporated mouths
that fly to darkest space
their invisible teeth.
Shells of the dancer's curves
standing crookedly on sand.
Walls morphing to a fortress
from an inner maze
cacophony of bone chains
the thread of a salt eaten blade.
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