immersed in after-dark thoughts
time flew like bullets
putting in me a thousand holes
my blood out of me, down the staircase
down the drainpipes
seeping out through the door
right into the tree-roots,
into the buried filth
I see rot all around
sitting without a hair on me
what monster will I be
I have a whole night to dream about it.
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