Tortured by strange angles, I fall, fluttering like a ripe tomato To smear my life's juice on the cruel mushrooms of feta Snakes slake on dawn's dewy member Mickey Mouse tied to their bed, Minnie sharpens her shears. Ties that bind, blades make separate peaces With time, memberries shrink and shrivel to become raisins of thought, garnished with puffed platitudes, served on platters of desire. I eat my fill and reach for more.Birth sign: Pisces
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