Off the glitter ceiling

Brown mumbles 
through tea strainer teeth

"I'm false alkahest,
 frayed carpet,
 angel's masturbating,
 black fridge insides..."

 He's a monk all ribbed pale, 
                  shitting crux,
standing to oppose the finite, 
      face like stubber plates, 
  eyes in tarmac realms. 

Far down 
 writhing around mother's 
               spindly legs,
looking to scale up womb-wards 
         - off the glitter ceiling.

He's all night writing 
  rainbow streaks on the bedside, 

I cherry picked a screwed up piece 
from amidst the used blister packs,
               And read: 
          "I'm sorry mum" 

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