Merry Chocolate

You went from free to not in the space of a day.

I wonder at paper, how it’s made is it sustainable?
Just to write a letter and throw it on last night’s fire.
It’s Easter. We are reborn.
Begin anew you glutton. White flesh rolling over itself. Pimpled in placed, jagged scars, rot exposing organs, a chain for an arm. So vast are you, you blot out last nights bloodmoon. Eclipse the eclipse.

You are the ragged Clouds, the white picked bones.
The rib cage of the earth.

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