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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