AnnMarie Eldon

deliria 5

what if eyes were situationally unobeyed....menstruating over their cotton-clean iris yields frayed and unraveling at their into present tense dare me edges?....what if like sedges swaying and replayed their slow slow make believe this is god blowing in their wind played hair....fingers more disguised and seep tears dredging out their filtered sand grit sworn pledges to stay inside....besides the heart valves have not sworn to force to die but keep their up down in out temple bared deciduous engorging....fall at first the first daring....your limbs long bare double bound to tares paid by the tabled dared contractual exchanges forging....your dried-bayleaf-brown frenulum pushing at the eye the nail slicking back the halfmoon quick selfpaled slip....bucking the struppering false falsetto toned bewares....bemoaning grace....entoning the what if....and what if the braced....what if the elsewhere forebeared....the nightmared compares clevered from their snigger-snares....pitted to the clit-theorem budding awakening through-dares sea-mares slithering....the caissons lessening....a correlating venation along arm to armpit destination.... a salvation....a fixation....murderous and special....a zoning of the iridescence moulding....growing....a suppuration....the parison possibility....glump like fire....like moltening pearls....like highwire chastening....humbling....and all crushed hopes phenomenologically escaping into coruscation....the weeped a’sleet lubrication....an' asking....a delectable exhortation....into the what if pleading’s interlunation....a disappearance for difference....the naturally-naturally disproportionate masturbation....lineage....prognostication....a fatal tempering....reprobatory prevariacation....a tuning terrible....firebraked momentarily defledged childhood’s dread upitting and invasive....conditions of grimace....laced locked and extraordinarily ordinary....once more again....and the lame lain....and the head bent....and the spent meant memory....a sedimentary stain....pain and the wolves....and ice....and vein becomes veins a separation....too too soon ordinary....what if slept....a passing....a death....a cursing recovery into the what ifs’ deign to forgery....lewd after the asking....and a crudded crust bludgeoned by a moment’s rent....and once more mere....and spled....and blood

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