intricate valleys between and around
spine and rib
some curvature to lay down in
and around in.
with landscapes of flesh always expanding
constantly grooving past my peripherals
&
somehow a pronunciation of pockmarks
and pores
become more apparent
taking on the qualities of valleys and
the moistest of craters.
the idea of festering can only now be seen as
waterfalls of reminders
the bottoms with ripples that shape
into smiles
a pool all so welcoming to the fact that
we're dying second
by
fucking
second.
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