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pile the dusty
box onto the
other forming
a staircase
made of spiderwebs
and starlight
into the heavens

wish on the cold
grinning stars
and see their
dead eyes
and sharp
teeth

mouth full of
razors
waiting for
the blood to come
home
trace the outline
of his shape
with your hand
and fill your
eyes with
blood

there is an
edge here a
procession of
black candles
lead to its
sharp beckoning
mouth
where you will
be eaten
and processed
like a piece
of meat
catch the bone
white moon
in your mouth
and swallow
it feeling its
scrabbling
craters scream
out 'no'

when you speak
moonlight
flows from your
mouth like
water and paints
the earth

over the edge
there is a green
mist it breathes
at you and reminds
you that you
want to be over
the edge the
beautiful edge
where your
mind will finally
be taken from
you

sit on the edge
and look at the
twisted paths
that look hungrily
up at you
feel it cut into
your nylon
stockinged legs
and remember
that
that
there is no end

smell the hot
green mist
where monster's
hide their
eyes and teeth
lying in wait
hunched and
slavering
yellow spittle

swing your leg
over the edge
and take one
step take one
step
and fall into
the mist

your memories
live here
with their sharp
teeth and silver
eyes
they cut into
you and remind
you that its not
beautiful here
over the edge

the stars
the stars
the stars!

giggling madly
to yourself
taste the blood
in your mouth
and remember
that mother
said to wash up
before dinner
then he will creep
his hand between
your legs and
everything will
be ok
little girl smile
and sutured
eyes

fall asleep
under the mist
and feel the cold
embrace
of the monster's
here
you are one
of them
when you look up
you can see
nothing because
you are nothing

the edge it's
beautiful down
here