Expressing Ulcers
It's like grinding-
Thistle-lips when speaking--
Trying to trample,
'Assumption'
Told us melancholy
With which; I wear
Knives-as-skin.
My Cerebellum-doesn't
Know-how-to
--Connect?
Channeling changes,
You'd rather see
Becomes me.
I listen sideways; stepping
Speech--
I'd eat bramble branches
For impediments of you.
Screaming red-raw-thorns
As they skewer-
My throat.
I giggle blisters instead.
Copyright © Luke Winter | Year Posted 2014
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