Lose control of their insides,
scraped off the box of veins.
Devour the soil of collapsing fumes.
Scratch the clocks of the drowning.

Pound on the crawling air.
Dodge balls scratch the air, sending red streakes across the broken glass,
the mirrors reflect nothing.

Time paces itself as it runs,
hands of the ground jump from side to side,
they reach for nothing.
Doors pounding on the surface.

Cherry,Blueberry and Green apple flavored blood,
hangs from the bars of fallen darkness.
A boy sits there consuming the writing on the ground.
The writing on the ceiling.

The writing eats itself and consumes the ceiling.
Lost figures to the puzzles play dead, they no longer flaked and broken,
devour the shadows.

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