When
Death sends
Them
to do his work.
they
swarm
throughout
the land, carrying
and scattering like living seeds
with
wings.
I
lie
twisted
in a weedy woods.
Swamp
lanterns
pushed
up from hell, brings
them
closer.
I
don’t feel them land
Warmness
digs.
Static
vibration tickles my insides.
Prune
skin slides off
a
cream cheese mask
Purging fluids
feed
soil.
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