Sinus Pills

We were bound together by

the sound of silence
and in this darkness the light
is not the kindest


Our cries go unheard with every
flap of a wing belonging to
The Morbid Bird
if we are crushed then digested
with the taste of fire










Our hearts will burn as the sun










rises higher





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