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Slight Of Pen
Landfill Below


The particleboard of infected yearnings
Building a home from within a silo
Walls of my fear, drapery entanglement
Silence of family, the graves in my retreat

Spikes incorporate decorations of disease
Tripping on shards of skeletal company
Living in stone as mossy carpet is dulled
Sitting within the claustrophobia drain

Sticking to tile, crusted impressions are rusted
Believe the security, while shivering through clay
Teething on teardrops I forge broken glass
A vault of filtration hides a lightning bug parade