The tongue of death
disemboweled bodies are dripping
through mutant interfaces of purplish syntactic vomit —
blown viscera grumbling the bright song of beheaded breath — sliced carotids puking red asemic phonemes — lonely corpse rotting in a quiet forgotten flat — sparkling liver hanged among cerulean orgies
and naked obscene blades and hysterical bloody cats shredding the sky and wide fresh tongues licking the punctuation of the flux
I can die alone in silence
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