Younisos / Writer

Bowels

Bowels stretched on the verb — bowels cut up for the sake of the blank enlightened cadaver of wailing prose — my sweet liver, raped in the hardened crypts of deep east…

Bowels, torn, sheared in blind deaf images… only viscera could flow in scarlet silence — breath perpetuates the agony that pierces the pancreas of the flux — cancer and lust are sodomizing each other deep in dawn around the Wi-Fi substratum of death.

 

 

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Younisos

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3 responses

  1. My favorite line:

    “Bowels, torn, sheared in blind deaf images”

    Brilliant & masterful. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    17 July 2019 at 19 h 50 min

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