Bed
Brainpan seething
Almost deathing
If not for breathing
Feet freezing
Mind foundering
Sea of violet gel
Violent firmament
Frigid abyss
No passing ship
Welkin diminishing
Squid waves hello
Whelk-horn summons
"I'll be there soon!
To hide my cinder bones among
thine aspirin-pellet shells."
Apr 5, 2014
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