in the twilight
in the zone
i just wanna bone
peel back this grassy knoll
and make myself at home
anything for your yeastly innocence
anything for a sip
who let in these skeletons?
who let them in
all they do is
pound and pound and pound
and point to rotting flesh
as if to say look
signs of life
because what is truly alive
but a state of decomposition? an apple is no apple
unless actively consumed by worms
burrowing and burrowing and burrowing
deep inside you
until you taste the blood
and tufts of wet grass
and little bits of bone
which have gone stale which is what happens
when you dream in one place for far too long
tonight let's bone
let the skeletons have at it
until morning comes
and there's nothing left
but sediment
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