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Globulous Maroon
Curdling wave of denatured purity Milk and acid, perverted mated pair Waltzing, obese ballroom spinners Twirling, breeders spun by children’s fingers A fleet, in concentric circles turning. Churning, in hidden tunnels, empty wombs Clotted to lumps, a viscous drool From spout of oesophagus poured Over that inverted delicacy. An internal storm blows like fury, shocks Of bucking, lurching on every wave Oobleck’s looming clouds Hailing wet pellets on the deck. My hands painted, A globulous maroon Leaking life-force, un-fatal evacuation Drawn-out, a living execution A foetal creature, whining out the morning Premature to see the day Too early to bleed. You are my sworn foe, Possessing me as what I am Trapped by you on whom I depend Breasts, hips, thighs, a soft-skinned face A body, veneer for lunar torment. Prophetic to the hour Of when the next storm will come. Stranded at sea, men watch from the shore. Apathetic, indifferent, Too far away to see Us, the fleet of spinners Lost in bleeding seas.
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