Armless Nation
we thrash about
in a pool of our bones
squirting ink into the eyes
of a million long dead ghosts
beneath the blackness of our ink
we snip off the arms of our sanity
one by one by one.... we slowly sink
into echoes of our snapping beak
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2014
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