ruminating on your big
blood burst and how to tie
you back together or to here
our king
adorned in paper towels
crowned with air
aseptic anointed
window corners matted with stale
sleep struggle obscuring the flowering
season outside
blue venous fallout threatening
to take your feet while you slumber
tight hands hold heart beep
dim and claw at nothing
i'm choking on a
mouthful of salt begging you to
bring me your skull full of sun
shrug the pain that leaves you
purple, chewing at the sky.
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