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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Pseudopsychosis. 
The mind can be utterly wretched. This piece sends shudders down the spine. So well expressed and intricately woven. 🙂
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How can you write this? Such a wonderful choice of words!
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addicted
and afflicted
by the so called
need to get off
scot free
see?
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Wonderful and dark and epic in its feel. Thanks for sharing this, Lucy.
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thank you Lucy, for publishing this, I appreciate the support!
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Anytime! Thank you for submitting.
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