SLEEP IN DOLL GENTS
2010 October 28
Awoken, suddenly.
Suffocating.
Vehement hostility, confined, define, corrosive conception. It’s too early.
That dream, that force, that bedevilling… flatulence.
A deluge of lonesome nostalgia, forthcoming.
Inexpungible.
He lay.
They lay. Speaking in multitudes, impassively.
Nonchalant, by mannerism.
Adoration, not merely to appease.
Carnivorous, perhaps.
Equated by existence.
Awoken… again.
Confused. Soliloquising – fictitiously, and some.
Broken.
He lay.
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