![]() Walls (Collab With OT)A Poem by Nobody.Last night, I woke in the midst of strangling my ache. Walls hissed in tattletale spurn. His eyes were blackholes yawning eternal hot breath into my blood-crusted nostrils, and my eyes were white dwarfs choking on the steam of a milkyway crack-train. Angel hope and demon hate squirmed on the ceiling like pigs at muddy orgy, their dirtprints stamped onto my face in a fit of pneumonic utopia. My house has no doors or windows and I bite through bricks to taste the sun, and by the time I reach it it has soured and dripped onto my plasticine roof like the rancid hours spent trying to find salvation in my personal hell; eggshell walls and beige whispers that die before they reach my ear and flail on the floor like ghostfish with a water complex. Clearly, this pain is immortal and my mind has already died, left somewhere in the shade of a cactus flower and buffalo skull, a Super 8 rerun of Georgia O'Keefe's wettest dream, played in paint on the sand of soul. © 2011 Nobody.Featured Review
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