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Slice Of Hell's Garlic
A dark space behind my mind's door
in a narrow space of everlasting
death's humidor wrapped
in cellophane
of me, the dark angels sing
surrounded by the flesh
of decadent meat
with a slice of Hell's garlic
tempting me to dry rot
marinating my wilted cod
pierced by death's catheter
in a narrow space of everlasting
in a narrow space of everlasting
death's humidor wrapped
in cellophane
of me, the dark angels sing
surrounded by the flesh
of decadent meat
with a slice of Hell's garlic
tempting me to dry rot
marinating my wilted cod
pierced by death's catheter
in a narrow space of everlasting
Published 20th Jun 2022
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21st Jun 2022 5:21pm
Fucking brilliant, and a with such a heady aroma.
I loved the meat, how base it is, how sort of uncouth and brutal the metaphor is. Really good. I also dug the way you juxtaposed a heaven-hell reference. That was good form.
Twisted in just the right way.
I loved the meat, how base it is, how sort of uncouth and brutal the metaphor is. Really good. I also dug the way you juxtaposed a heaven-hell reference. That was good form.
Twisted in just the right way.
1st Jul 2022 00:49am
