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the purest manifestations:
meretricious sheets woven from the translucent minutes, the falling fabrics of time
like skeletonial mice that mock and ridicule adipose-rich skin,
coated in grime and repugnant dirts
that retain, clinging to jagged goosebumps and bile-slickened yet weight-full hands.
insoluble taint that solidifies,
refusing to trickle and comingle-
with the blood and water from an overwrought panic to be cleansed,
breeds atmospheric mists amongst the thumping lies of veins in my head-
lead spikes piercing, tearing through a decade of self-slaughter to suppress the ruptured disgrace of meat.
the daughter of pestilance and abhorrance,
mandatory doses of unconsciousness,
just to contend daylight hours.
a power to remain captive in submissiveness at flesh-flooded compounds,
and the preforation of metal trimmings against one's eager tounge-
just to indulge in the iron.
oh, how friends would flee if they saw the butchery i long for.
the intrusive prodding of pronged cutlery...
sounds explode: they chatter and screech as they scrape against the china.
and. it. sickens. me.
nourishment converts to nothing but ineffacacious ash,
yet fascist bodies mourn for finer crumbs.
drops of vivacious longing-just repulsion that clashes to be freed,
from roaring waves of civillians that never disintegrate,
waiting to wrench my jaw to pieces and thrust gravel and shrapnel down-
permeating the core, manufactured by fate-
as i dissolve into ripple-less pools, residing and spitting remains on the tiled floor at the debauchery queue one morsel from the stacked plate would ensue.
do not make me take another mouthful.
when sentiment blows south towards the heat that hums below, and the tubes fit so nicely in my veins,
do not hold me steady.
flawless reflections threaten me enough already.