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low-life

low-life.

she can breathe
again.
pulsating locusts
eating her skin
again.
thoughts lust
grinning within
again.
starvation salve
months in
again.
soaked witness
thin mints
again.
still life woke
shoulders ache
again.
molded fable
a cord run twice
again.
placed in dirt
sheets creeping sick
again.
hands fold over
feeding sin
again.
she can’t breathe
in.

(C)2012
Christopher Vaughn

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