miniature
raze
through
deepening
dusk
sacred lichen swells
tendrils
of
withered
life
cold
and
moist
each
porcelain
facsimile
a
stone
between
my
shoulder
blades
i
stack
the
figurines
and
blow
flint
into
flame
to
warm
this
wild
wind
and
grant
sight
to
the
chipped globes
that
swell
inside
my
ceramic
skull
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from