Poem by Doniell Cushman
Split Open, cadaver
Bloodhound scent trail Electromagnetic failure Tingling, coursing into deep veins A throb so deep it dehydrates by sucking Ambitious adventure full of viscosity, No energy Lapping the pool of sick Feeling weary and barbed Dying alone No reaching out Hidden destiny of unknown origin I lay here Imagining It all © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. All rights reserved by Doniell Cushman.
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