Not caring...
is strange.
Light!
breaks through one sealed nostril
then the other
it feels cold for some reason,
no lightheat exists, almost startling
but, thank god, now the mouth shall moisten
I would have let it go on like that, in righteous apathy
till my lips bled my face dry
until i could thumb print my jowls
until i could eat my raisin eyes
but, you know, i guess i'm glad it didn't work out that way
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thank you for the lovely message. i, too, am glad you are back and that Tullah did this. happy poem writing!
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