Medoc Kraipale A

Impounded centipede (hundreds) Is drilling me Under thumb (mistaken) Gone but not taken And blasted almost apocryphal Urchinsss(ylabic bits of bricks) Are reaching innn To my skin And pulling out Not quite a heart I know the taste (orange juice and toothpaste) Like heavy medicine dragging My deep (fr)agility deeper down depths Into wasted waters, shining Shadow me Like wine (like a million millipedes) You're a Medoc kraipale You're a Medoc kraipale