edge

soft fingers and palms
yet to weave callouses
out of dreams
dreamed malignant by another

out of me
my soul will depart
rotted, putrid
in rigor mortis

too dead to sleep with
eyes squeezed
seeing stars

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c.v. grace

here lies my veins, tangled and suffocating.

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