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carrion comfort

pure as instinct

the ingrown silence

a rootless, hollow tree

its poison borne

within the seed.

abandonment

and dissolution

uncoil their tendrils

where no eye sees

but mine.

this is a place

without sleep

without dream

where i lay still

and open veined

there can be no forgiveness

without the shedding of blood,

empty me.

bury me.