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A Wresting Of Flesh

It feels like pigskin;
a Shanghai
hijack
of this tanned
torn hide
so tattered

Tapestries iron themselves
into me
invading
fell & foul

Howling from
an anti-flaying
inhaling slough
down...down...
Dragging decay
so curdled -
to shriveling lungs (shrieking)
raking past my tongue
It scalps away
the sane
the humane...

Awaking to eerie
inverse dawns
like T. Leary theories;
Though, infected...
fresh fungal flesh feastings
feed me
another cordyceps day

The Eternal Darkness Of The Squalid Mind
Written by AtoMikbomb
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