Beyond the shed and past the troughs, I shed
dry tears synonymous with voiceless coughs—
the music of the operating room,
where maggots swelter, born buried in work.
The past exhales as though a sour simoom
that scatters scabs of unrequited love
that choke as ashes clog the live windpipe,
or fast monsoon that floods the living-parched.
dry tears synonymous with voiceless coughs—
the music of the operating room,
where maggots swelter, born buried in work.
The past exhales as though a sour simoom
that scatters scabs of unrequited love
that choke as ashes clog the live windpipe,
or fast monsoon that floods the living-parched.
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