In the mirror you're one of a kind
An ace of spades
Silence the deck when it whispers
Speaking in tongues
Inquire first with the joker
You are a bouquet
But you see a flower
And so the gardener plucks
The wolf's season is over
Hold his breath a little longer
Just another wolf
Just another meal
Mouths remain red
At a table set for a TV dinner
This is breathing, second nature
So many before
Too many after
RIP dreams
Guilty eyes
RIP heart
Never see you
RIP beauty
It's the mundane that drove
And let us out
to view dreams, heart, beauty
love isn't found with torn seems
or dangling from teeth like a cigarette
american dream
american spirit
american nightmare
The wolf's season is over
Hold his breath a little longer
Hold it for him, and it will all be over
We’ll meet in the sunset
And flee to the sunrise
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Thanks for getting the horror ball (of wound up intestines) rolling. This is one of the finer things or yours that I've read. It has a very organic flow from one image to the next, and it took me to many wonderful tangents in my mind.
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