By Corey Stano (IG: @coreypoetry)
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I hunger to eat fistfuls of earth,
damp and black and cloying,
let it coat my white teeth,
crumble down my neck.
I yearn for the earthworms,
slick and pink and crawling,
let them writhe against my palate,
shiver down my throat.
And when I curl my grey lips to grin,
sliding my tongue through cool soil,
I will ask the grave digger,
“Why do you scream?”
damp and black and cloying,
let it coat my white teeth,
crumble down my neck.
I yearn for the earthworms,
slick and pink and crawling,
let them writhe against my palate,
shiver down my throat.
And when I curl my grey lips to grin,
sliding my tongue through cool soil,
I will ask the grave digger,
“Why do you scream?”
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