Turbid sludge coerced through ever
constricting jugulars, thickening
with peculiar particulates; a
dreamcatcher gallows whereby
esperance was strung until still,
whose relics there yet hang in
derision of their host; spectres of
malcontent haunting in compunctious
preoccupation, an arterial ossuary
of sacramental wolfsbane coagulated
in bloodwine; a straitjacket of
skin taut to tearing, confining the
restless bedlam of torpor through
indecision; the hurled rubble and
obfusation of unfurled divergent
journeys, zugzwang in disasterous
perpetuity; whyfor a heart circulate
such malicious discontent; what then
betides a soul upon releasing the
sanguineous slithering serpents
art: Burned III by carlosgarijo
*18.06.14.06.27
This is a glorious, slithering celebration of language!!!!!! Awesome!
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Thank you so very much for the kind words! (:
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Omg I love it
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Thanks (:
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A panoply of sinister language, expertly constructed. 🙂
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