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Marble Husk
03:15
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this is not a message of hope or reassurance. tied to the floor, a ceiling of chicken wire drops the net. beneath malignant signatures the wounds roar like lymph node chamber pits. bound by the promise to bear witness to the other's debasement, they slash their bellies to placate offal codes. blood hangs briefly before the droplets pop. swastika viscera worms from the slice, cupped in their hands and tossed like a child eroding in mid-air. sky in vaginal tears. in the kaleidoscopic everflow of oil churns. mondo requiems dismissed as salival-chinned eunuchs bow hammering a marbled cattle husk.
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Stirrups
01:56
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You know not horror, disease, or revenge. Not when there is applause on the mind. Resurrection is comic book, adolescent fantasia disengaging consequence and purpose. Wince before cicada casing, insisting you’ve weathered infestation. When it is you who crashes through the shrapnel pane, will you be cut or will you be dust? Fashion a plot from skin, dried and pulled and knotted at the corners. Cake turbines with my ash. Aerate the Hell I have mercifully left behind. May you all breathe it in, lung erosion constant and unending.
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Atrocity Conduit
03:21
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Joy is a sinkhole. Ankles out. Wrist cuffed to knee. Wake eviscerated.
As pregnant as I’ll ever be. Viscera the orphan of my unbecoming. Was it
even a name before hearsay baptized? tighten cigarette-burn eyes. The acid stops below the neck. Who are you to leave the throat to me? These mental lepers can’t tell condolence from guilt. You’ve never been there unless flowers belie the wreck of bodies souls have left behind.
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Gash Ladder
01:42
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quick breaths like the fumes quenching the engine throats of the
cyber-boned. these careful gasps stiffling luminescence before
its bulk can be shed. they abandoned you and i envy their lack
of a blood tie. you've seen the weakness you've nurtured, taking
misdesrved pride in its discovery. what do you know of fragility
beyond the rot of your breast? the same cancer that mashes her
joints to pus. with all the behaviors that are at last betraying
your mask, you'll damn this animal, too.
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glutted murders void their bowels in mid air. pulchritude rewarded through keyholes of human skin. knotted like a bud of meat, she glistens mace. submerged in dirt to the chin so more of the earth can be chewed out. we only want was is abandoned. all creation random and dreamless. we are at the world's anus, rejecting the air pores imbibe.
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Rabid Bats
04:49
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vegetation sore graph. the dead end pendulum. abscess batter of the honeycomb wisp. piano wire prisms. lyrical death rattles. sleeves of teeth take to the plague blisters. corkscrewing mucus like tree sap. oak reprise in the scabs. the long rash remains an angel of the wound. not of the throats that went hoarse mumbling your name. holding the air as if you've vomited in my hands. crowning the hairline fracture that exclaims your ruin. lobbing the cream that made your esophagus shrink. coughing up skin on your forked back.
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The Invalidist
02:36
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ache-thievery. it's cause of her pain is only words. comprimise fetishist.
calling out my defects like names being read off a blacklist. an open chest
massage. snake dancing with intestines. she cuts holes in my shoulders toslip her arms in, peeks over them like splitting suns over a field of
angel hair. she walks off my molt, but its still my blood being lapped.
i hurt myself because it's more rewarding than working for what i want.
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