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Content warning: body horror. Serve my lips with a ladle, so they may be slurped down like a stew, heart warming and abundant Gouge out my tongue and…
I saw Atropos sharpen her shears. They slid with a shing! across the whetstone as she perched on her stool, honing alone. I saw Atropos sharpen her shears.…
Not an injection but rather a stab By a syringe that suckled your veins Pulling venom into the vial That holds the pollution to streams That I’ve tried…
Sestina for the Black Deathwatch Beetle It moves at dark, emerging from the shadows. Silence mutes the scuttle of a black beetle, whose wicked wander illuminates the all-pervading…
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