Brine Scattered Oculus


swollen nooses 

skim along the tattooed teardrop 

dripping from an impaled hello  

rape me and peep the symphony 

the encored gore ovulating 

within cantus screams  

paraffin obscenities 

cartwheel through my lips  

as seeded contingencies  

digging through the fault ovum 

of your triangular altar   

display me as a daedalian slattern 

the commandant of lighter  than sound eulogies   

clenched in between heretic sighs 

and enlightening homicides   


in the debased wax i chisel

a cinerarium where prosthetic yesterdays 

shakes the be-speckled aneurysms 

that are tethered to placental morrows  

outside of your rage these tangled streams

contort thoughts leaking from my grey rod cage   

now meet me in the bleeding lobby 

as we stroke the hiemal lobotomy 

textured as a decapitated caper 

seething from a squared digit 

on the hand of the dead body.      





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  • Author: Whisperingquill (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 17th, 2020 11:00
  • Category: Reflection
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