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chain reaction
elbow deep in pensive thought
or was it waist deep in putrid rot?

hollowed lonely sockets stare
blinded by ravishing suns glare

in one ear and out the other
infants crawling to murder mother

I thought I was worth dying for
spilling entrails to the floor

blood about your ankles wet
in the morning your hearts forget

rib cage split and spine removed
repeated horrors deeply grooved

all this time you had to think
while rinsing brains in kitchen sink

plaiting hair from headless fairies
the time it takes always varies

will you recall your knife plunged deep?
or does you mind black out when you reap?

© Graveyard Grace