death writ small
- Justin H. Briggs
- Jan 14
- 1 min read
dye in ink
dye of fingertips red
dye your curse unique
die more after dead
fill the page
fill the bottomless cup
fill your heart with rage
fall where down is up
grip the pen
grip the tool of humanity
grip your soul of sin
grope infinity
now the word
now the trick told
now your essence heard
near the bodies cold
yawn a tail
yawn the driving rain
yawn your brain frail
yield fully down the drain
