Stuck

stuck in silence
shared filth of arousal
i wipe away the sweat
carried by Mary’s resemblance
i shed the fire
that left me branded
counterfeit vision torn down
good riddance to the bull’s head

riches around passed lightly
torching the fueled pariahs
jaguar crouched, turned into pennies
lost and wicked graced, found deadly
in the path of eternal repugnance
previewed for all, for all come none

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