taking the brim took the broom
BriM __ here to go ~ Call it Écriture
Biting Tongues One Tooth At A Time
After I fell into a blackout
my tongue bled.
I woke up disoriented
sworn I'd seen wraiths
scattering into the unseen
I groped for the message
in the hindsight
It trickles slowly
like a leaky tap.
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