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Oct 2017
Let fractals grow beneath my fingertips so I can feel them spiral through my veins

as salt water percolates through suppurating wounds.

Let me lie supine in the open air of dysphoric intimacy

So the cold creeps through the subterranean skin of my chest

Let my blood flush my cheeks and spread unrelentingly

*excoriating the flesh of my exposed body supplicating itself before the sky.
Dirt Witch
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Dirt Witch
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   Mack
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