I’m not ready to die yet

When the

earth shall
claim your limbs
then you

shall truly dance
in the

rubble and ash
loitering around outside.

black tooth
Chipped malnutrition,
a tangled tongue
It’s hue is

slaughtered red.
He smokes

my life from a pipe
Opens his palms,

full of knives
Musky stench

of flesh
cripples soon enough.
Strong and stale
The unkempt demon

on bodies like mine.
His fire alarm scream is
A ringing siren,

of ambulances and
Darkness grows

like an infection,
Like a disease.


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