Poem -
COFFIN ROOM ---
Coffin room
Hide inside Corpse,
linger longer
its an Ancient sand bleached holiday scene
spiders carry the screaming Orchids dreams
spin them with threads soaked in waters capture
Handles burn
Doors dance
Molten winds create shapes in galleon cloud
love so much
yet trim the awkward touchÂ
Hand is open
palm exposed
a tiny hole where i was bled
picking bones try to invest
intrested sights ,break into heaving screaming chests
Parasitic is this eyesight
vented in Myth ,
ive hung the pleading legend
marble the china flesh
inched by my freely given kiss
Coffin roomÂ
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