sup

calcaneus clatters on hardwood
moonless fog creeps in
through the garden door
reeking of haunted earth
the ivy tightens imperceptibly
around the facade
wooden handle
choke up
old steel
imperfection pitted
waxen flesh sings
high pitched
and hushed
wipe away the peels
and the ruddy pooling
company will be coming soon

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