Poetry: Sandcastle Veins

foot propped on the table, I wrote to suck the mucky ache  

drag it by the ankles  through the world       screaming sloppy skids of seams unravelling until I was nothing but alphabetical fingerprints bits of toenails and popped-off freckles of humanity all of it was fleshy exterior compared to the sandy stardust my brain turned to when it reached hyper speed befriending every smiling word along the way soaking in Ts, Es, and Os, bathing like sourdough bread dipped in oil and vinegar once I finished dissolving there were pores of flavour waiting to  gush  out  into the world -- Originally published: https://severinelit.com/2019/11/13/sandcastle-veins/

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