Museum of Ethereal Taxidermy

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Nails in the mud
Rusty blades in the garden

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Put rocks in a grave
With some kitty crack marum

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The long gong of silence and
Spots of blurry vision

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Acetone in the eyes and aorta,
Humanoid poriferan

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Compact mirror in the mud,
Ankles smudged with grainy serum

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Facing the overgrown corridor,
Concrete keeps the air in

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Shivering, crouched mushrooms,
And dead protea at nauseam

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The sharp, aggressive air leaves you
Bracing against cushions

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Same lot forever,
Baby's-breath haven

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Hilt of chrome, half-exposed
Bunk beds with crazed vermin

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Earth that is both mine and yours,
Staple scars in dry skin

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No light from under the door
And there's nobody coming

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Shattered Christ china and
Severed flesh rotting,

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The bones feel cold but
The outside is itching itching

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Sallow glitter friends,
A lone standing night heron

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Moss grows in the abandoned casino,
Fields devour everything

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One, not one
Pulled tight like skin over a drum

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Wandering with bed sheets
To soothe the wretched hum

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Cauldron of black lemongrass,
Blades with blood and cum

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Silhouette singed around and
Saline silver in the soil

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Skin bathed in garlic oil,
The top layer is barren

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No one's ever in the same room,
The ribs crush to bread crumbs

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Toddler-tear poppies
And loose teeth at the back of the jaw

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Frantic digging, manure in the earth,
Wrists growing achy and skin growing raw

don't mind us, we're just doing a little ritual <3

Speech! Speech! It's time for a speech! (reticent beyond recognition,
wore your best leather balaclava
to the hummingbird execution)
Out by the bungalow,
Beautiful slices of cantaloupe
Rotting on the radiator,
Face full of dandruff craters

From the pores, magma flows
The scent of smoke is nauseating,
The witness moon left you so soon,
Your skull is your room, now stay in it

The past in stained glass,
Shove lipstick in a beloved carcass
Crack an egg into its fur,
A scarecrow burns in tall grass.

 True
You may think you have repaired me
But this body is only vessel:

Fixed tissue on a glimmering pin board,
A worldly treasure.
In the depths of my hermitage

I find fennel and
Milk curd.
Oh, this earth...

 you always dreamed of being here...is anyone there?is anyone there?no one is knockingNight and day are one in the same,
 Night and day are one in the same no one ever calls anymore did you find what you were looking for?What are you looking for?
who were you looking for?

who were you looking for?
who are you looking for?
did you find it?did you find it?what are you doing here ?!what

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