october

Sat, 02/20/2016 - 14:25 -- grausam

call the coroner, someone 
smells like spirits 
half decayed.

crawl in the corners, somewhere
in the burrows
of your flesh.

corpse in the cradle, something
in your cervix
small and dead. 

(ultrasound obituaries) 

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