Free Verse
Prey for the Long Bye
staved under the dank
Seek me in twitches.
I had a palate for leaves crumble and dusk squelched by desiccation embedded in thorax staved under the dank.
Spectral in gloom, venom seduced me to fiddle-back spiders branching the night earth in sideshow apart from arrest that may crawl tingly like gangrene over the legs of crossed lovers.
While is a way of decay swelling in twitches of contract tremors dulled in the wet went by mid morn to the musk.
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