Pseudopsychosis.

Of sin
Of abhorrence
Of bent
and,
Of broken.
In the dry bough
wooden and drifting.
Pretenses
and pickled mouth
Besieged by pines
and corked by the sea.
The needling
of the wind howls
in this
Barren
Cavern
Brain
Of a man, forlorned.
A bastion
Sinful and hideous
Holed and cored
You're gutted
now, a mullet
Flayed
Empty
Pin spine
Flung
into
the Roiling Waves.
The Wretch
fed to the vengeful
Salted Sea.

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