The Glasgow SmileMature

Pale, chapped lips, licked off the slick of blood, an eternal kiss

Smothered in earth and blackened by time, a lack of any reason 

To exhume, and preserve each coat of pearlescent pink;

Slit you gills to stop the drowning feeling, cut you a new smile to 

Flirt with death. 

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Suffocating, bled-out, bed is a grave, grave is a bed, 

Whichever, it doesn't matter now, 'cause you're still 

Grinning, gaping, freakish as a Jack-o'- Lantern, 

Empty as your bloodless jugular, your hollow venous 

Hell. 

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Shimmering slip of eye like the ocean between those 

Swollen lids, the candle inside you did not flicker to 

Life with this smile; carved up, closed-casket cadaver,

Forever smiling, screaming in the ground. 

The End

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