I Scratched ’til I Leaked
I scratched 'til I leaked
Her tempestuous
Cleft...
...Coughing blood,
And dank tears...
There was barely time
Left
To deflect the
Hot water
That in ugliness
Rose
From the Infernal
Regions,
And the Place of
Dead Roads...
I scratched, and I scratched,
As I kept up the dig!...
...I still
Longed
For the thrill
Of exposing a fig
That's beyond any
Measure,
And engages the
Soul...
...Scratching on
Through the
Evening,
On a ceaseless patrol.
Just who's
Flesh am I
Gouging
Through?...
...God alone only
Knows!...
...There are bets
That have been
Marked
Down...
...Carnage seeps
From a
Rose...
That is opening
Up her eyes...
...She's aligned
With the soil...
Seeking sun of
An ample kind...
...Fall's in love,
Though she's
Spoilt
With the issues
Now stowed away,
On the blackest of
Times...
...I kept scratching right
Through,
Just through hold-ups,
And fits...
...Ice cold palisade smarts...
...It is death on a stick!
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2017
Bunny Villaire