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.
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