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.