Anemone red eyes scream envy
Rusted soul
Closed cellar door
Warts invade her tongue
And make flutist words
Bulge through her cloistered mouth
Scrambled, trailmixed sounds
Pitbull clatter hurls out of her
Cleverly she stings
Fibula marks embedded in me
I hate you on a plank
Ready to dive off
Wax-sealed to my tongue
But I stay silent
-- Posted from my iPhone
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