the dogs circle, the teeth and the eyes.
the canvas of youth, blank, bleached and despised.
empty as an iris.
as a sin.
the light dies, dulled and warm in suffocation.
gather in, the circle becomes the ring.
bruised eyelids separate, from vile acts,
from flattered arms fumbling in ecstasy.
the form was empty, the pit was false.
every time i try i get this ache in my bones,
i've tasted ink and i'm bored of it
this body is broke.
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