Vorochta 5

Harvesting Sorrows

Far in the country, away from society,

I tend to my farm, I tend to my crops.

Sometimes, at night, I drink too much.

I talk to my goats and lay with my sheep.

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Fellating Death

Barely standing in my bathroom,

Staring at my reflection,

Splashing cold water on my face.

I wet the floor,

I slip, I fall.

Hitting my head,

Falling to my knees,

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