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Henk Jul 28
Outstretched eternally
Crimson and gnarled
Teeming with parasites
Full of life
Beckoning
Arms like manzanita
Throat worn to driftwood
As hymns float through
Hollow and plain to see
i will live until the trees take my bones
Henk May 3
I will build for you,
a path of coal and ash and stone
Cold upon flesh,
expended, marring, broken, and ******

Stumbling blind,
dead end in sight
Promises hollow as bone,
Fingertips tear at the throat,

Choking on nothing, veins swell and burst
Blocking the light, denying the hope,
Abide the noose and it's hunger,
Define, the feeling of fear,
Reminded of the grasp of sweet slumber
Henk May 1
lying withered
veins long dry
the flame that once brought comfort
signals doom

quivering with ache
falling away
dead petals upon the breeze
drifting downward

no more than tinder
moth to flame to ash
beauty and it's decay
a vacuum of breath

and so it goes
as it has and shall
unending and flawless
vicious and kind

all that has been
shall be undone
that which is destroyed
is not lost
Henk May 1
Pile stone after stone upon my chest
I deserve not the breath that i draw
Brittle bones house a pulse ever softer
As they splinter, caress
With the grace of the moon descending
And force of the guillotine's blade
May the echoes of my death rattle fall upon deaf ears
And be swallowed by the lapping waves

May my bones please the hounds
May my flesh feed the ground
May my heart cease its ache
May the sun rise again

Oh sweet sleep
Still and unending
A calm descends upon the embers of being
The coals cratering my eternal home
As deep as need be to bury these shameful bones

— The End —