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[ahura_nissan]

entitlement is a sea

as far as the I can see

scarred flesh mountains

hearts sewn to elbows

eyelids stretched around cocks

tied in knots

tongues dry wither as drool pours out

our wide open mouths

intestines feeding brains pain pain pain

our lungs sit separate in vats of faulty construction

trapped in tune, timing the fumes for gaps in rot

as much

Comments

[g_liz_t]

This sounded good aloud. Me gusta.

[ahura_nissan]

Thank youuuuuu!!! I don’t know about pacing or metrics or whatever the actual sound pacing of poems is but sometimes I try to make it roll off or on the tongue in a good way