thoughtspeak

pulverized
by pedantically worrysome
thoughtspeak

cinnamon and lilacs
float across
inflamed sinal dismay

if silence
can be deafening
the converse must be true

joy is silent
ignored by fleeting signals
of emotional decay

freshly shaven skull
filled with
fire ants marching

scurrying little bastards
with naught
but insolence

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