150: A different kind of poem

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Mold: 11/May/20

A heavy, full, curious mouth
In the folds of an obsolete, cherished gown
Sown in demise and invective mold
Gale of purples and greens
A heating bruise at the hems
A growing pariah's ruse in sighing lace
Benign gallery of golden hour inundated in a twilight dance
Encroaching blood of puce heads
A midnight crown hailing in exuberant obstinacy
The mourning glutton
Fabric yearning for propinquity with its owner
A swelling vein of macabre
Gnawing bones, spines, threads, throats
Eating insatiably;
Mold

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