A blazing inferno of
centrifuge spills acidic
tears onto the porcelain
pavement. Ripping away skin from
the metallic bicuspids of Earth.
Sand-paper’s edge scrapes across
wire-taught veins, slicing glass that
bleeds its mark onto rancid breath.
The soul withers into a toxin, inhaled
through ceramic pupils and festering
through the skin’s heart. And crystalline
spheres slash through concrete, igniting
sparks that melt sulfuric nitrate along
taught taste buds. The blood of the innocent
is the key to the gate, where creatures unborn
thrive and feed off of glassy breaths. The tongue
burns passionately at their putrid taste,
yearning for a morsel to satisfy a
guts’ metallic acid.
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