tw // bone cancer

 

golden shovel after sylvia plath’s “the colossus”

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               remember          you are going to

die. no modern medicine can mend

so porous           , corroded a topography. the

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knife     -point calcite sediment                immense

jagged geode trove       stage four skull

refanged : stalactic gates             , tectonic plates

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nights    , i squat                in the cornucopia and

sine-wave distortion of a sinus cavity                   clear

the fragile reed bone to better hollow a tone. the

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sawtooth chime             of spires, bald

socket                  bottom-             end. white

-knuckled sheer             shriek ‘round tumuli

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, rosined rasp of orbital. doom               -clack of

mandible. your pace slowed each measure. your

slow-spur           largo trot             commanding all eyes