Kendra in the Reeds

basking in yellow light
falsetto of insects
behind my eyes a vexed storm
shallow breathes, exhilerated

her neck was pleasant but no longer works
the moon misled me to think it was maple syrup
time to let nature clean my mess
maggots expunge the calamity

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