“Too much thought” by Julian DeVille

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my mind’s been autocannibalist in these
undead days when everything tastes like bones
.            my limbs are cardboard tubes full
of rushing atmosphere I’m
.           not sure what color but
.                       it smells like how life is
.               I see people the fleshyfleshy people
.                heads of empty stomachs &
.                        esophagus eyes gulping at the air
comfortable hunger for brains with
.           steely walls & plasticy doctors & tissuecolor wires & a green veil
.                                   over their dreams
incision marks in place,
then it bleeds
then it bleeds
then it bleeds
then it bleeds
then it bleeds
.           pocketknife fantasies are
.               hogging the minds camera
these days are feeling zombified
.           bluegreenpink organs trailing
.       through back streets and alleyways
.                                      where we ask ourselves too many questions
.                         why do we even try?

-Julian DeVille

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