vein, green leaf–
settlements of saline lack in moth’s complex.
Silver gallows haunt the gaunt ones,
rags patronizing lint
beneath the state of disbelief.
Peck me stale,
dreamer of obnoxious root-word taunt–
lift me by staple, by dark thought,
from the mouths of permanaunt.
Short but sweet <<33 :3 and what's a permanaunt? Hehe