BETWEEN sleep,
and waking up,
i felt the demon
play in my skin.
then the angels
hosed me off, then
i felt the manic
laughter begine to
fade, fade into dust.
BETWEEN sleep,
and waking up,
i thought i smelled
copper and burning
rust.
then the angels
hosed me off, then
i felt the manic
laughter begine to
fade, fade into dust.
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