Let's go to the Domes.

Lullabies filled of black,

Veins protruding, talons fingering.

Songs that circle back

To the time I call comforting, what sounds like screaming. 


Too much time camping in depths of chasm,

I allowed the chaos to make a nesting home.

Relief found in embraces of rancid thoughts,

Core rotten to a haunted dome. 


-H

November 24, 2020

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