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Dirt Witch
Poems
Oct 2017
Lamentation
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.
#mistakes
#guilt
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