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In Death I Will Scream
laid as a sacrificial lamb
to the razor edge
of my muse
upon sticks and stones
i make my bed
where words
like bread crumb trails
led me into the darkness
the furnace that awaits
exhales ashen faces
bone upon bone
to gnash and rattle
before my delirious eyes
with rough scratchings
of charcoal cries
i etch my mark
for all to see
that look
and find
to the razor edge
of my muse
upon sticks and stones
i make my bed
where words
like bread crumb trails
led me into the darkness
the furnace that awaits
exhales ashen faces
bone upon bone
to gnash and rattle
before my delirious eyes
with rough scratchings
of charcoal cries
i etch my mark
for all to see
that look
and find
Published 2nd Sep 2014
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