the only place in the world

managed to get the blood out
heard the clock on the mantel tick
before that key event
felt a little like crying

laminated picture of the virgin mary
with one strand of her long auburn hair
wood drumming a funeral march
wrapped in her worn shawl

supposed to drink it, not snort it
the clean air of a small world
there’s nothing to feed on
in a pit of caustic lime

promise of a much more painful fate
their chests are going to implode
unwounded despite the ill will
what's wrong with this place?

something better than this old ruin
this sticky heat - it chokes you
eating dust all the way
three miles from the wall

none moved, or made any sign
just a cramp in my chest 
that feels like 
a giant hand 
squeezing

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