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Oct 2023
I feel their screams..
first just one
then a dozen
then hundreds:
the miniscule stab mouths
drowning in darkness.
they're scraped across,
almost saving them,
but the dark pools remain
filling the scream mouths

for eternity,
leaving art
unless the mouths fester
or rot away completely
originally written August 1, 2023
Didn't post because I completely forgot about this website lol
Jaicob
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Jaicob  18/M/six feet under
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