Worthless Pulp

This was something I wrote while under the influence, years ago. It’s a bit dramatic for my tastes, but hell I wrote it…..

It may be the death of me…
this peeling,
caressing sideways sweetly sickened liquid
it pours from me,
poisoned by powerful things,
deep lacerations of the skin pumped full
of venom,
it itches itself,
I sit idly by and watch it fall apart
as it screams rage,
and hopeful de……………..

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