MURMURS OF A CHOCOLATE CORPSEThree layers of flaking skin and one layer of memory have nested within her young, fattened throat Murmurs of the chocolate corpse The choir of the expired shouting chants of schizophrenia and psychosis Forced to inflate my lungs with the fumes of piss and corn chips Stained medical gloves She cupped her ears to muffle hallucinated voices of a heart-exploded mother She thinks she is a cheeseburger and he keeps screaming, “The freaking rooster woke me up!” The murmurs o the corpse are the howls of her reality |