Saturnalia - Poem by Tyler Wilcox
Everything's upside down.
There's a hole in my head and
Fields of sawgrass gently grazing
my skin; an endless expanse
of sky and space. Forever,
clouds drifting lazily out.
Sky so big the weight is lifted,
All night long I dreamt of plague.
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