Insane Poem by Luca Menin
Insane
She is insane scream like bells
Prisoner on her world,
The hands shield the eyes
Seated hours in the darker room
with her shoes alive
Full of rage, like angry seas reigns, washed way
Gulls of dolls and vegetable seashell
Sheets of rocks, dirty radio mouth
She has been away too long,
run out of time.
Feeling like buried bones
She shoots lords in her mouth.
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