Leukosma

A dynamic kill, 
when you start crystal― 
gazing. 

Were you a participant 
of an organized 
rape of the planet? 

Your roots drop, 
as you gamble with the 
change of coins. It would 
become a stillbirth, 
of a seaisle. 

Telling lies has become 
a lucrative job. 
Are you going to buy immortality, 
in the bazaar of bazookas? 

The blast cells were 
rising. There was intense 
pain in my thighs. Blood 
was turning white.