Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god


Yesterday, a queen so quick
As to off my head,
I quiver where I stand
While demons giggle about.

The quietus comes.
I stand, quill in hand
To write off the qualms
That soon approach.

The bloodied white roses,
Xero in taste.
I back away, scared of
The wicked smiles falling
Down upon me.

Xenophiles, I get touched
And thrown, squashed like
Pestering fairies.

Another xanax, perhaps I can fly.
I will land on tomorrow.


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