4.1.15
Scorpion Crown
I'm out of breath and blood,
Having dropped my electric trick
In its lanky grave.
My cheeks only spit dust now,
While scorpions gather round my head
In a crown of dark defiance.
I'm not meant for your fabricated world, or yours -
I'm its mangled death knell.
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1 comment:
Thanks..? Why anon? Let's get personal :)
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