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~mitosis~
A cream egg melted into chocolate mountains
as I tripped over shattered rainbows,
trying to hide in raindrop spaces,
those places where puzzle trees ponder
the life of meaning.
Inhaling skin, turns outside in
and a womb is deaths sanctuary,
with its cord wrapped about a casual arm,
Dali-like,
and nobody screams loud enough
to shatter a whisper,
played to empty thoughts
of Siamese twins related by a heart,
waiting on a scalpel divorce.
Fingering the whole of innocence lost,
while childhood rolls like sweat down a thigh,
and the warm wet circle of bullets persuasion
extinguishes the hope of resurrection,
‘til twisted sheets are cleansed again.
Copyright ©
Colin Marschall
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