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BENEATH THE MIRE, DIRT AND LEAVES HID AN ELABORATE ORGANISM THIS MYSTIFYING MISTRESS YAWNING HUNGERS FOR WILDFIRE SECRETED IN HER WHISPERS WAS THE ESSENCE OF DESIRE MY COMPASSES WENT WILD FROM THIS EVIL MONSTERS MAGNETISM COMETS FELL FROM OUTER SPACE TRANSPIRING A CATACLYSM I FELT THE CLOCK HAND SHIFT ITS WEIGHT ALL JUST TO PACIFY HER ALONE AMONGST THE SHADOWS I WOULD HEAVILY PERSPIRE SCHISM HUNG THE CRUCIFIX MUSING ICONOCLASTIC WISDOM FOR LOVE IS A PAROXYSM. THE PIERCING OF HER EYES FELINE LEFT ME NUMB AND SCATTERING TO TOUCH THE SMOOTH SCALED SERPENTINE WHOSE FORKED TONGUE WAS SMOLDERING I HAD TO DISMANTLE EVERY LIMB JUST

LEAKING FROM HER OLEANDER LIPS SHE ONCE WAS AN IMMACULATE CREATION BLEEDING FROM THE INFLAMED VACCINATION PAINTING PATERNAL PORTRAITS IN THE DRIPS DISPENSING VERMIN FROM HER JUXTAPOSING HIPS SHE COULD NOT HIDE THE EVIL TRANSFORMATION NOR COULD SHE CHASTIFY HER ADVOCATION WHILE THE NURSES SUTURED UP THE RIPS AWAKE ALONE CONFUSED ENVELOPED IN THE LIGHT DISTORTED AND MISUSED SANCTUARY OF THE NIGHT SEVERED FROM THE SHRUNKEN SEED SAFE AWAY FROM THE STAMPEDE

As I stalked the scorched, black-hole time-span of an expunged eternity I stood helplessly alone. Devouring the distant horizon I humbly whispered my sacramental prayers. The scope of my solar perception vanished beneath the desolate parasol of night. This my friends is where my journey began. Inside I felt a deep-seeded hunger scratch and twitch beneath the lining of an inflamed acid bulge. Anorexic outbursts exploded as I clasped my peeled, hypodermic hands. Soullessly I circled jaundiced faced clocks, displacing the sunken and revolving eyes of our tempered past. These vacant facades nourished the metacarpal seam that awoke these archaic

I'm locked into her gleaming, hypnotic, hazel eyes; which burst with the suns endless radiance. I feel the smooth, velvet touch of her skin as the dying, fire-like leaves falling from the ageing claret ash and scarlet oak trees suspend timelessly in the air. The hectic roaring of car engines and screeching of balmy rubber on the dry and worn, city streets are hushed by her tender, soothing tongue; time stops. 'What is it ...?' she enquires with her gentle, touching voice. The tone of which she speaks is like that of a fine tuned instrument; harmoniously penetrating my ears with her melodious song. My nostrils catch a pleasing and heartening

The moon hangs low in the sky stalking us as we walk, painting her smooth, soft skin the palest white. Her flesh is icy cold and the smell of her fruity perfume warms me inside. Her scent carries me along behind her and I watch her every step as she glides across the grassy knoll, dancing and twirling, laughing … smiling. In the fluorescent moonlight I notice the delicious pink shade of her lips, which matches the small bow tied in her straight silken hair; how I love her supple, caring mouth. We dance and sway slowly in midnight's silence. Tightly wrapped in her tiny black blouse, she spins around and the pleats of her violet skirt ri

As the train rode along, I found my mind captured by a constant noise which drew me to it. I slowly looked around amongst my fellow commuters when I noticed the boy. He was sitting rigidly, staring into the desiccated carpet beneath him. He seemed like the kind of depraved kid who under the right circumstances could easily become criminal. His headphones hummed busily with despicable noise, resembling no music I'd ever heard before. It pounded his ears so stridently it could be heard from a quite distance. 'How rude ...?' I thought to myself. Polluting the air with his foul racket and filth, who could love such an apprehensive child? His emp

DISTILLING THESE MINORITIES SUN TANNED CUSHION LIPS OF MASH, A SOUR WASH THAT STAINED WITH SULPHUR STENCH EXPANDED BY THE MATCH. PLASTERED WITH THE SICKNESS SUTURED TO THE FLOOR, ESCAPING THROUGH THE WINDOW CRAWLING STONED TOWARD THE DOOR. DECIPHER ME DISORDERLY SPARKS BURN BEFORE THESE WELL LIT WOMBS, A BARREN TONGUE THAT SPLIT SIDES IN TWO LET TEMPORAL MINDS LIE IN FEARFUL EYES A SOMNAMBULIST SONGBIRD SHANTY SUNG HAVE YOU FORGOT YOUR NAME IT SEEMS TO ME YOU’VE LOST THE SUN IN SOILED SOPORIFIC SHAME.

OPEN MIND STUFFED DEEP WITH WIRES LASER BRANDED BARCODE DESIRED A STAR NUMBERED UNIQUE. TUNNEL-VISION CRADLED IN EXHAUSTED FROZEN STEEL. UP PERISCOPE GEARS TWIST AND CREAK THE SYSTEM LAYS REVEALED. THE SAGGING FOLDS OF COLD WHITE SKIN HANG OVER STERILE SERPENTINES WHOSE FACES TWITCH LIKE BROKEN WRIST WATCHES, ILLITERATE IN DESIGN. MUTANT SOUNDS MOTION DETECTED STROBE RADAR FLASHED DEFECTED. DOPPELGANGER DIGIT LINGUISTICS DEFORMED. HARVESTING THIS FESTERED VEIL, DISGUISED OR NOT YOU’LL LOSE THE TRAIL. THIS STENCH IS SUCH A WELCOMED SCENT, IN EYES OF ATAVISTIC DIVES.

YOU SANDED DOWN THE FACE OF MY PALE PORTRAIT YOU’RE A LONE SHADOW UP AGAINST THE WALL YOU LEFT THE MOROSE STAIN UPON THE FALLEN TEMPLES NAME. PROTRUDING FROM THE INFANT’S FRAME, OUTSIDE LIFE’S NEVER THE SAME, AND IN TURN I FAIL TO CHANGE, AS I SLOWLY GO INSANE, DELVING TOO DEEP INTO MY BRAIN.

AUTISTIC ANGELS RAIN DOWN UPON OUR SACRED SILVER SHRINE SORDID AND TEMPERATE TONGUES IN DEEP SLEEP EVOLVE IN DANK DARK DREAMS OUR CLEAN STONE EYES UNFOLD IN CRACKS AND DRAIN RIVERS THROUGH RED REEDS MORBID WEEPING SKIES SACRIFICE LIVES IN SWEEPING TSUNAMI TORRENTS THE CHERRY CAPSULE FELL INTO THE DEEP A DARKENED WELL FULL OF DECEIT A DROWNING NOTE RANG OUT THE NIGHT DENOTED IN THE MUD MARKED BEDS