THE ODD NIGHT SOUND

I can auscultate the sound on top of the laze.
The tactility yawning and murky
Like a sooty mamba!

The sound of a smash mirror.
Dread that the segment might cut me.
I can feel the sound going via my vertebra,
Down my spinal code.

My blood is pumping fast.
I want to weep.
But I don't want the tears to touch
My adolescent.
I fear it might revolve into blood.
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