March 11, 2022
my arms have breached the white walls
of the laughing skull.
i have feasted upon their thoughts
today my plate is empty.
the butler of my brain is tired
but continues to serve a feast.
bleached ribs a xylophone
playing macabre notes.
as my tongue dances inside
the empty hall of my mouth.
:: 03.11.2022 ::
Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love...
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