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Dried Skin, Reptile Scales,
Pie Crust
Anti Vaxxers
Shallow boys and hallow girls
Words and thoughts hammered together with spit
instead of logic
delicate, fragile
flaky.
A feast for the beast that hungers for starvation.
I wanted to craft a story
with ink, with needles with thread
I wanted to craft a story about
monsters and graveyards and the living dead.
I wanted to carve a story on bone, on stone on the insides of
my eyelids
I wanted to write a story
but the words
are staying out of my head.
The cowards.
