Vesuvius scarlet tear rip
tear jag downspiral under
hair the colour of entheogen
leaves upon tongue held tight
we hold ourselves against a
boulder and a hellhound and I
speak a glamour that
makes her drunk I
sneeze some sort of everything
and throw away the universe in
balled up
tissue
I
climb trees down
down
down
to hell and
speak nothing of
it to anyone
because
no one would ever
take me for true I'd
cry I'd cry
I'd
cry I'd
weep upon my
self for
every orc soul and
every burnt body
because
there isn't
enough room so
they just leave some
piled by the door
goddamnit
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