arms of yesterday's clocks,
strewn black confetti,
dance hall of rattling bones,
dice roll epiphanies,
crashing white light
explosions thrown
through splintered portals,
resonating bass rhythms
wind up a dimly lit corridor,
channel of frozen mind,
fingers tapping
into sympathetic data streams,
knowing the voodoo doll
is a pin cushion of needles,
each broken nerve
another instance
of trembling anticipation,
as it crawls underneath
My blanket
of penetrated skin.
The bloodletting has begun.
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