a cemetery carved into a fingernail
rivers wrapped around the feet
of trapped stone angels
carrying foam boats
of plastic jewels
I am mirrored in magnolia leaves
my veins are poison vines
that climb the highest trunks
to find a resurrected sky
a pentagram is inked around
your deepest orifice
the gilt framed edges
wreathed by sticky spores
and bathed in lakes of sunlit pollen
the roads to ruined towers
are swollen tight against graffitied rails
and drummed by toxic hail.
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