diagnosed with a chronic disease.
mass hysteria allowed
by the snow on the ground
keeping it colder than
it was in the summer.
dessicated carcass of the flying
locust falling from the sky
inflating and deflating
upon hitting the ground.
reaching down.
picking up a piece of the sky that's fallen down.
I hold it tightly in my pocket
as ants crawl out of the everything.
my eyes bleed to the sound
of a tremor disturbing the earth.
tomorrow is falling apart
in my hands before it even starts.
a chocolate lab that howls
whenever the moon turns black
or dark brown.
the king is losing his crown.
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