Is your bloated body washed away
To blinding clinics stripped clean
Back to bare boned essentials
Beady eye ravens observe
Red rimmed and glinting
The survival instinct that comes and goes
Like carnivals whirling on dervish day
The storm always on the horizon
Howling through whats left behind
Held in check by smokescreen barbed tongues
Like yours and mine
Incestuously entwined
I pull that
Ripcord to sever
Memories that were tender tethered
Where do we drift now
Sweet dead uncle
Crafty old bastard
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Submission Name: Julian
