Laughter in bundles
Encased by webs stripped from unwilling soldiers
Nails hung together
Rusty with the perfume of a past night
Dirt uncovered,
Recently dug and violated
Pearls shattered in the grass,
The color of bone easy to recognize
When references are strewn along the laden ground
There is a fog in the night,
Heavy with dread and a weight not worth living.
Draw your eyes to the grave,
Where a body once laid
And set your eyes behind you, as the world flashes by
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