The weighted steam drains from my skull.

A vast well of wretched favors.

Stitched lips as I drown.

Floating down.

Absorption files the edges.

Seize my heart with a sharpened skewer.

Cook it fresh, before the blood dries.

Savor my tissue.

It will soon be gone.

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Do memories live?

Another unique voice silenced.

Seethe or breathe poison.

Smile.

Flee or be eaten by Komodo teethed warthogs.

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Clarity has no shadows.

May it’s depth and darkness excavate the shit from our retinas.

Bleach our broken brains.

Reign love.

Death.  A spectrum of life.

We. A prism of light.

-GKT