howling like lovers and mosquitos,
to be inside of my nightmares?
do you speak inside riddles?
do you speak in my sleep?
i spent the mornings of your resounding wake,
cold and calculated as they were,
burning up like plague and sulfur.
i am the prophetic whisper
that tattooed itself in your ears.
i am the prodigal son
that wrought havoc upon you.
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