O’ I had bad dreams.

O I had bad dreams; I was wooded into the sand,
lady, I am dead from you all

 I can’t speak, yet shadows 
made room for our mouths, bleeding by cobra heads,
foetus grief, despair—I disappoint.
I am dead from you all.

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This was a snippet that I thought could stand alone good enough as a poem. Hope you could enjoy.

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