way over the other side
of
the
townside
dogwalk
forest
me & him
adventuring almost
in the
sumptuous gnatty green
my knife
a better one
than his
&
under a
vim-scorch
bleach sun
we found a skull
~
wedged in branches
the wrong way round
like a warning
like a trophy
like evidence
upper mandible
pointing skyward
looks like horns with teeth
felt real fear
hot oil guts
warm
daylight
leafshine
was never so
bone marrow cold
after school
198?
~
was prob a sheeps
tailored
&
manipulated
he prob put it there
tailoring
&
manipulating
cos my knife
was a better one
than his ?
him or his mad brother
one of them
pair of forest-scout cunts
from skullsite.co.uk
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