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"Flesh-eating"
While blood spills from somebody's neck,
nobody dies!

buldging eyes implore my chest,
pounding with the warmth of a ghost,
released and fluttering as weightless as smoke,
while skies weigh my deeds,
while the wind leads-
my way to the forever fall,
i'll miss you all; her eyes spill beans-
for a momentary pause,
my incandescent thorax protests pain,
betrayed by my hormones that swell buds of taste,
how hard-earned flesh is going waste!

with her or with me dust shall reign,
how worthy is blood being a stain!

© ZiaD