Last night I dreamt the sutures
Fell from our lips
And our atrophied tongues
Lay limp behind teeth
I dreamt enamel cages
Decayed throughout time
Exhaling clouds of a beautiful grey.
As ghosts fade to shadows
Retreat from the sun
They leave whispering darkness
And lingering smiles
And threats of returning
With sharpened words
And weakening wills
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