©2022 Michael Raven
with splintered teeth
crunching glass shards
in my mouth
memories tick tock tumble
through my hollow head
shaken raw meat senseless
by the flowing mists
full of sharp fangs and ennui
a ruin of flesh remains
this staccatoed arrhythmic
muscle on polyestered sleeve
he hangs the heartache
from rotten rags of dream
rusted bone saw grating
and the amputation begins
as the night draws low
sceadugenga 