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No Title In this world of discordNo Title by ~IamDeadCrow
And puppeteer's demands
Monochromatic skies
Veil their gesturing hands
With reticent moods
I stir the heaven's light
To them I grant breath
For wings in their flight
Thermals of thought
astride two domains
To gingerly steal
Which each contains
Scab, The first BreakfastScab, The first by ~IamDeadCrow
I have a scab on my arm. But it never heals because I like to pick it and sometimes eat it. I dig my nails into the crusty tissue in search of the young, fresh skin beneath. I strip the slightly moist, flaking, leathery tissue back slowly. Gooey and stringy ligaments cling to the festering wound and snap from the underside of the scab. The revealed skin inhales the open air, blood and cells bubble to the surface and spill down the sides of the gaping wound. Infection and puss foams and seethes to create a lethargic paste. It mixes and mingles with uprooted, free-floating veins applying a chunky texture to the fleshy soup. I have
Sta.sh
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~Carusima Hikura~
~A Beautiful Symphony of Chaos~