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My brother

I dreamed of gold

on a subtle wave

over pearlescent kingdoms

where flowers reacted to touch and smell

and women wore nets of shells

reflecting the sun blooms like mirrors

of crimson


My brother you and I

I dreamt of the sun

and its golden light ringing

in the sky against the mouth

hungry weeds hang on teeth


My brother I dreamt

of angry teeth

eating gummy your flesh in the sun

your blood in the sun

your babies are gone

your squeals are worm and we don’t

care we don’t care we don’t care

what have we become!


My brother

I would save you

could I would I would

had not the meat

the secret

tasted so good

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Interesting poem. There seems to be a cannibalistic them occuring throughout, and your use of language, though spotty in places, flows quite nicely. It may need a little tweaking, but I enjoyed it.

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I like it....Spells

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