the easier wood gives slight to midnight faces, sometimes developing leather-like wrinkles and pretending to walk upright, the easier creeks bend. Spaghetti straps tend to replicate method of pretending as they fall or give. Habitats suckle on huge nipples from outside the woodland home, gaped open for the mammals and insects to resurrect their aging soils. Tied knee deep within was a small girl. Her bike, fresh out of training lay nearby, her hair had been burnt off by a blow torch. Her scabbing scalp left bleeding, sensitive to the touch, to the slap of stained wet clothing wrapped around proper seating, smells of velvet whisping in front of her electric nose and sweat, throat perched on a thin log burning out at one end. The foil folds amongst the paper trail held often good foods, but none she could reach. The closest to her were traces of goiter and dung covered in the skin and hair of previous delicates. Milk splashed her numerous parts and laughter dangled its single testicled lies above her nearly impotent face. She asked for forgiveness this time, she asked for cake and ice cream as well and then all the happy forest animals came to play and enjoy in the cake and ice cream…and jupiter jump and the show was over.
inspired by orphans
Shanked by Trollfucks
Visitors to prison garb heckled by sad clamps on mad clown chairs wing tapped against winding guilded light patch strong men. painted pans and pots post details candied and marked by grass eyed soft spells and lamb’s blood stabbing fist fulls of hair follicle sloth water betting light gasps under pressure. slick oil filled robes of lumps and short curves masked in bearded froth sweat and scale tissue. fingers scratching burnt skin fixes making waves of pain to the no longer ticklish soldier. sliders enter slip grease holes wasting gobs of milky excess dropping splatters on angry body parts. bacteria, disease, misfortune comes clean dethrowned under the hot uncomfortable blanket of skin webbed over walls and tacked with sticking thumbs sharp from scabbed knives and nail knuckles.
Dry forceful thrusts of bare barked hammer skinned thick to vein covers and dark red meat wraps hitting fast learning to taste dry blood mess through fruit rot stench and disarray. Followed closely by sad dragging acute pear shaped trickles and clanging of under water chains slashing at deep purple gashes massaging bird sounds coughing in thunderous noise cavern walls crumbling aside from beating weight structures of painful shards near bone cutting needle pricks nose holed bounds beyond bare flesh through slick strapped organ like gas cans and enormous glass sheeting. Strings of clutter clumps trash mildew stains on carpet walls wet with light green residue dripping soft frost from forests rich with ribbed harnesses destructing butterfly wings pouring out small animal carcasses into stretched deadly vibration casings.