Turpentine, Watch Them All Consume



I am a blank canvas


A perfect shell of Erebus

corrupted with

smeared shades of turpentine

blunt molded holes

erupted into sharp cloths


I am what you see

when you are lapsed between

the earth and Hades

carefully captivated

yet dulled around the edges


A caricature

of melded pieces

drudged up memories

they do not remember me

they only know of the pain I hold


There are

soot colored patches

that mar your larynx

every time you near me


But you wouldn’t know

you couldn’t even fathom

that this stench kills me

more than it hurts you





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