Hot air brushes over
Every single sticky inch
Of dripping flesh

An already cluttered mind
Roasts, broils then burns
Making every thought hurt

And the buzzing bounces
From one ear drum
To the next

Until every last shred
Of lucidity cracks
And waits for oblivion

Looks and finds nothing
But inane ramblings
Long turned to echoes

07/02/2013

Posted on 09/15/2013
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