Poezie
Psychedelia
homage to Queen Adreena
1 min lectură·
Mediu
I drink myself from the cup
where blood is recycled
for rent
in a taxidermal lighthouse
broken and lonely
she sits on a wooden table
where others wait for the
musical drug to get out
beneath the skin
whispers injected with anger
lick our hearts
and a musty brain
leaks from the skull
frozen
birds fly in my stomach
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