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 ::

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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... View all posts by EPRobles

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