deciduous

perishable eons wreaking havoc
and heaping scorn on the world
pour ethanol down our throats
taking a shine to this pain
of these floundering souls

a devilsend wresting rifts larger
now, heretofore and henceforth
in the timelessness of death throes

exhausted tears thwarting crying
festers bleeding the body dry
unshod wenches streetwalking over shards
reflecting rotten human carcasses

while somewhere apathic grown have left
a doped peach to starve out

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