Poem from a 15 Year Old

Laying death whispers

‘Come, nothing

I fear you, boy.’

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Slip into the bed where

only bodies stick

what tongues blank


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A tiny void enflamed,

darling death and decay

pass me your ends.



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For the wicked clock on the wall

time sheds tears for tearing down the bricks









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