I stumble
through Bosky paths,
Faces
clutched deeply By the mocking darkness.
I feel
through solid Black,
Blinded by
piñatas.
A xylophone
counting my steps,
Striking off
my seconds.
Fish with
Bulbous eyes and tiger print scales,
Bleached
rabbits with racoon ears,
Kiwi Birds
with no Beaks,
and constantly,
the B.
All watch as
B leads me astray:
Death By B.
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