Knotted roots tangle
violently
amongst the earth.

Slicing winds howl
thunderously
through the barren boughs.

Consequently;
my body decays against
the onslaught.

My bones rattle-
and creak,
My hands tremble
and quake,
My mind fades...

Down

Down-

He's always been a gambler-
~A snake-tongued dream eater~
whose sermon preached of  
biting bullets and taking as
many names as might fit
in his oversized
extra large
hoodie.
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