from bed, purring

Tanned hide you better crawl inside and catch every tear cried by drawn scarecrows hustling to work it’s the fields they rescue from buzzards berserk with dried out tongues and torch touching finger tips i thought i lost you inside our blood lust drips that led to the crazed cave where lizards lay i stir with thoughts of jumping out to say i’ll ravage your senses and sensor our dreams hopping cloud high to visit today and you saw me side eye while being whisked away signs that we can’t meet, a plastic statue with a sinister smile is what you become with cautious denial a plum stuck thumb we know existence and deny the trial we’re all guilty traveling by knowing the number to dial. 

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