Racked and riddled
Engulfed and infectious
Leeches sputter and descend
Full of my own decay
Rot falls to a vulture’s feed
These maggots brace the light
A dismal diamond design
Hanging on my ends
I’m the corpse of my own shadow
The breath of a hitman at my bedpost
Betting on my mortality
Dice rolling on the beat of a throb
We all eat our own disease
The vice of a stranger
Cradling the weight of happiness
In the clutch of a dream
We are laughing insanity
Breaking bones on the backs of revolutions
We don’t cocoon to take flight
We bury the dead in closets
Our skeletons in sheath
We are cancer
Careening forward
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