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[tinuviel8994]

Trembling and sullen
before the goad,
I drag my feet
in stitched skin
over stone
and howl
drenched and animal
through the new ice
kindling a little light
under the wretch-bone trees,
me all heavy
gunny-sack
thighs, the tongue ransomed
in my mouth,
hiding from that slick
luminary disc
half-slitted in cloud,
down
the salted brick,
half-sane,
bleating for
you,
hot guts, shorn
fur, and reek
of warm
ordure