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Bodyless Organs

The splendour of a tired mind,

As two bodies lay still, intertwined

The floor is a bed of mould,

The sky a ceiling that won’t hold


In all its potential malevolence

The bare bones of the building held elegance

Broken windows, shards of glass

Made this setting rather crass


Bodyless organs, sprawled so still

Next to you I feel the thrill

Of hating what I should love

Just like the up above


Abundant grace, this treasure holds

And when their eyes awake, it folds

Back to cardboard it erodes

Then of the body we dispose


One last wish, from that dead-end road

I kindly ask for its implode

So I may hold its rubble tight

And build my shelter for the night

The promise of betterment, a night owl’s talons drawing blood, The haze of tomorrow, milky eyes of a predator that slept too little The haunting in a house of cards, packing vermilion onto dewy cheeks

To perceive is to digest, and to digest is to warp beyond repair; Do not perceive that which you do not wish to be warped. i) Cessation of self prompts the veiling of mirrors, And a vampiric urge to l

It is that spectacular night sky that, shameless, spread before the eyes of the Lord, lures me to all the corners of the cosmos that I've yet to touch, bound by a sense of child-like innocence. It is

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