In the pixelated forest
A familiar body emerges
Our gummy orange
Blistered Lips chorale with
Scurvy
“My mouths are a dangerous place”
Concealed with venom
& longing with
Vitamin C
Roots of Tartarus
Embedded with nicotine
Our gums
To roofs of rust
Serpenting past
The yellowish-white horizons
Always bleeding.
© A.R. Minhas 2016
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