The Piecemeal Man (abmann) wrote,
The Piecemeal Man
abmann

  • Mood:

Hush

My denizens are carrion clouds
dappled in blood
and
caught in jars with no holes.
They haven't time to asphyxiate
before I dream them away

I am the fanciful nightmare.
A silent king of dreams
set on fire by a glamourous
and forboding shadow.
Tags: art-poetry
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