The ink of the beast dissolving into the fabric of molecules
Spoonfuls of the ocean eroding my internal exhaustion
Incisions of affliction inscribing into my flesh
Vile anemic demise filling my lungs with pebbles
A creek of whiskey snowflakes frosting my distress
Paralyzing my creativity and contemplating my death
Just messing around using some of the lines from my last poem just not happy with any of my poems lately. I need a muse.