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The Killing Of The Toad
Gentle flies on the edges of everything
soften all the jagged corners.
Stark sunlight lances my eyeballs
shooting icepick headaches of
pinwheel colors screaming,
"I HAVE SEEN HIM! HE IS AMONG US NOW!
THE END IS NEAR!
REPENT!"
I have seen the Toad of Darkness writhing
glistening and black in my throat after
studying my open mouth in the mirror with
my new eyes. Blue eyes. Blue flies...
My hands disappeared for a long time,
meltfading bones crumbling to ashes.
But they are back; different somehow...
Cunning disease that has learned to
chameleon itself as flesh...
Headache headache headache...
Maybe just one more aspirin or
five or losing count how many empty
bottle bought just this morning sleepy
sleepy sleepy sleep comes difficult for
the toad wriggles with knowing that
the abode of the toad grows cold as
my eyes fold like origami cranes and
pain fades fade fading....to black
black cranes swooping down to take me
take me
take me
to the end of the dark ribbon highway
that stretches to the horizon flatline
flatline
flatline
flatline...
-Frank H. Weeden
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