A fossil reef
A necklace made of teeth
A glimmer in the
I, bokor, dealer of death
The zombi will rise at my
“This body may incriminate;
I move that we incinerate.
It’s best that
Secret research results in success
A serum that will wake the
A mind of rage
A face of hate
A need to
thalamus
globus
pallidus
septum
pellucidum
putamen
clivus
vermis
cuneus
Excruciation of this pain
Sensation of my own decay
A burning itch
Genius
Corrupted by a dominating greed
A bored and disaffected
Do I see
And do I feel
And is all this real
Or
Let’s go hang at the graveyard
Dressed up, nowhere to
Sister, dearest, pray you draw near
And I’ll whisper these few
Honey won’t you please
Come here and
Don’t be such
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