Pouring Poor Souls


pooring souls

the minds trickling fluid

a cloud of disarray

protruding egos into the abyss

the pressure of thorns

 snagging onto my hairs

sucking up my spine

into the abyss…

through the disarray…

stabbing my mind

trickling fluid

my soul

pouring my blood

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