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Choda in Wet Toyoda-with Grace
stagnant scream of death's blush
clutches of infinity in gasps of terrified breath
peeling the flesh of the twilight's loaf
with a strength of claws remorse deprived
burying choda in wet toyoda
removed from thoughts the lust foremost
with the straw tentacles of the anemone
wrapping minds of floating amoebas
dissolving winds cutting teeth on the dead
dirges unheard as they gnawed on rattling bones
shadows dripping dark souls from the womb
enters light from darkness in surreal transition
from a bobbin spool spinning the wool
bouncing on walls crocheting misery
embryos echoing voices of ancestors
clutches of infinity in gasps of terrified breath
peeling the flesh of the twilight's loaf
with a strength of claws remorse deprived
burying choda in wet toyoda
removed from thoughts the lust foremost
with the straw tentacles of the anemone
wrapping minds of floating amoebas
dissolving winds cutting teeth on the dead
dirges unheard as they gnawed on rattling bones
shadows dripping dark souls from the womb
enters light from darkness in surreal transition
from a bobbin spool spinning the wool
bouncing on walls crocheting misery
embryos echoing voices of ancestors
Published 13th Mar 2024
| Edited 15th Mar 2024
Author's Note
Grace and I tossed this omelet together.
* Toyoda is a fertile rice paddy
* Toyoda is a fertile rice paddy
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