freat. by brian mumford

i slowly scrawled on the wall
in the brightest hue of black i could find
within the vast infinity of my crayola box.
the simplicity of my message
was the birth of one more severed head
into a society filled with dismembered arms and legs.
one day we will put it all together.
leftovers suck.

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