i bathe in the
underneath the wan
of the midday moon

sloshing awkwardly
across the warped boards
swollen with

exsanguinate this
vapid darkness from
collapsing vanity
potential obscurities
in (saline)dreamshivers

until all that remains
is (chalkdust)choking
the tallow rejection
inherit in the midday moon

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