SHARPENING

Surreal skies
With eyes
Made of Dalí
And origami
Dreams

What does
It mean

I can feel
My hands
Stitched
At seams

My lens blinks
As I shutter
And eat
Strange things

I possess
A ghost
Possessed
By ritual
Made from
Wilted strings
And obscene
Things

I think I know
What It means

But my teeth
Need sharpening



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Hennessee
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