NaPoWriMo 2017 #3

The Mortal’s Prize

Ceiling slats and shadow rats,
the perceptible shards you left,
in attic halls of dampened walls,
piss stained bourbon kush craned air,
self destructive lint bred lairs,
that darkness bled your soul’s light for,
protoplasmic B- white cell chaos,
corner connective fascination,
that’s the mortal’s prize.

© 2017 cdd All Rights Reserved

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