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Psalm for the withered

"city of stars and dreams, come see me

take my withering soul out of the abyss and drench my thirst

love my weary earthly body with thy warmth and beauty

come fill this restless mind with thy bouts of intellect and wit

clean this soul with thy holiness and sanctitude"


i lie on the kitchen floor withered as i look on hopelessly 

searching and searching

staking myself in the heart like the undead

living but not alive

i ground my sadness and filth onto the city of stars and dreams


i lay on the maggot filled bed,

unable to sleep

the remains of my parents putrid and stinging to the senses

i slap, scratch and sock

so i could be able to rest, for once. 


i filled my dreams with creatures who horrify and unsettle

but finding myself a home in their loneliness

their sharp teeth filled with blood, bile and filth

their stench and reeking scent

i find myself belonging to them more than i ever did here.



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