Sour Soul

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With breath like

                   camphor,

something rotten inside her

a spot of black faded to white at the edges

spread across her lungs

and wove through the senses.

A disease of the soul,

a spirit turned black.

Her heart misshapen and grey

left in the widening cracks

of a cage white like bone

stained yellow from the smoke.

Blistering blood

from multiple strokes,

                                         left numb

and strangled

                          over laughter

like skin that is peeled

                   in strips

from the lashings of tongues parting

a red sea of lips

cage white like bone

stained yellow from the smoke.

Blistering blood

from multiple strokes,

                                         left numb

and strangled

                          over laughter

like skin that is peeled

                   in strips

from the lashings of tongues parting

a red sea of lips

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