I Have Been Chained At the Bottom of the Swamp Guarded By Black Angels
At the bottom I can hear his words barely grasping the hand of reality and gravity As he speaks atoms split I feel urticating. For I spit into a white void I am reborn and remade.
Copyright © Silas Clairmont | Year Posted 2023
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