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By Hannah DulaneyPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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this mouth drowns itself.

eats itself. recognizes

Something growing and shaking,

Something shining,

Something kind and deadly

moving through the fibrous hand,

splitting where it can,

taking root in the stockpile,

finding footing, then nothing,

then bed, the rock bed.

feasting on minerals, still growing,

settling down, won’t move,

protruding, protracting, snapping back,

hating its mother, spilling over

the sides until the

bath floats to the top soaked

in sweet, sinewed fertilizer,

sprouting nippling buds.

He moves beyond that marbled skin,

He coils himself around four cleft feet,

He sanitizes every side with pecking kisses.

Oh, the mess he's made!

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Hannah Dulaney

Part time poet. Asks too many questions. @oh.hannah on instagram

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