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The CRONE and Death The CRONE and DeathThe CRONE and Death by ~CynthiaHandloser
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Death creeps on me a shadow,
Black vapor with little nails pricking up my back,
Rotten little teeth nipping and burrowing in my skin.
Thousands of heads.
A thousand arms.
Dirty is this disease.
Death coats my eyes amid his vomit,
The darkness of pain.
Crippled in anger sweet is sleep.
Sweet as the poison of a tiny princess weeping,
Her lips kiss red and soft as a heartbeat
That stitch up my eyes with dust
Dreaming dreams I dare not discuss.
I cannot breathe.
I cannot chatter.
Shaking on the ground,
Entombed in this vessel of filth.
Spitting up my soul.
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