I fell down this hole in a spiral of mewling cats.
A cacophony of stars.
Blinking, blind and brilliant.
That spun a druid curse of vapour trail cloud.
Violence dressed in flowers.
Henchmen rode silver back snails
Over slate grey tiles cracked by age.
sunlight fled the scene like butter
dripping in a pulse of liquid confusion.
My heart felt the distant emotion
of unsatisfied yearning.
A bitter taste of lost salt that plied
my tongue with the heavy scent
of musk, of diamonds, of starlight.
Heaven felt like hell but hell was where the heart was.
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