sleeper

all in with
no hope
and a colorless
roulette call
lofty dreams woven
around
precarious spindles
a prick to the finger
and
exsanguination ensues
hemophiliac playing
with swords
down the throat
famished worm at the
ricasso
making
mashed potatoes
of all her
personas
and
feeding the masses
with
soul food for days.

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