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Husk

Updated: May 1

Quinn Ferguson - October 13, 2023

i am surrounded

by husks void of emotion

with cold, lifeless skin


they move as we do

but feigning as they partake;

their bones creak each step


their hearts are hollow

they have no need for its blood

bleeding begets sin


their eyes glossed over,

as empty as their own tombs,

cursing passersby


they’ve seen my homestead

trudging heinously inside

searching for fresh meat


my pervasive wounds

render my body futile

in a resistance


screaming or silent,

the end is the very same:

with cold, lifeless skin


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