Younisos / Writer

Rotten flux

Words are dead pigs on the slab. I’m done. Only blank void can fill the visionary gut. Non eatable giant steaks are bloodying my digital corpse. Writing makes my brains puke the sap of inner cannibal urge. Shit and love and round flesh trickling down through the asshole of agonizing fate.
Daylight is a corpse, nothing more than a corpse.





3 responses

  1. A bloody and raw experiment of poetic brilliance.

    Younisos…glad you are back and hopefully you post more writing.
    You are an influence to me and I love what you wrote here. 🙂

    P.S Hope you get a chance and read my newest cut up poem I posted. 🙂
    You’ll love it. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    14 October 2019 at 23 h 02 min

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