Floodplains

The bones will never truly settle the
foul earth will spit them up, brown and black and
broken into slighter splinters; again, the bones will
never be buried, only swallowed
for a moment until
choking, choking,
the world purples at the cheeks, gasping,
hacking again until it spits and
floods us all in convulsion

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