Mon, 05/30/2016 - 21:21 -- macfmck

I inhale the thick ghosts

until they rattle in my lungs

and haunt the hallways

of my throat, their foggy

arms tickling a cough

from their graveyard.


I taste spice with each

dry breath while my cells

bury themselves in the raw

meat of my brain and my body

convulses like an orgasm,

the galaxies twisting my eyes

into shaky stars.


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