Walking Funhouses
Dark wired strands
Contrast the snowy pale
Sun spots create attractive flow
Along thinned structure
Brittled bones crave milk
Weakened lids long cure
Notice the rythmic beat
Behind petruded ribs
Sunken skin continues retriet
Crackered tongue splits
Seek to see the perfect
Reflection that tricks
Percieved sympathetic
Now sick,
So sick
poem by Rachael LoudFingers
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