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Epiphany

 

A black pen, a worm chewing through

wood, waiting for flesh.

 

Crunching its way through shadow.

 

Candle wax on skin

setting hard in its way.

 

A flick of the wrist

and the ink scratch stains.

 

Trying to find a way

to communicate with vision.

 

Spew out, eat up, digest, reset.

 

Calculating the way with mind

set to epiphany.

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◄ Pale Membrane

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