Fleurety

blur sores that breed and crawl around on one's chest
cracks and stains in a pattern
of geometric impossibilities the ashes and the razors that
tore one's hallucinations
to shreds the clatter and the clamour melliflous as the
nightingales' song
oh where have I been where have I bled
lungs filled with sulphur thrown open the doors that led to
emptiness burned into