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The Flavors of Darkness
The Flavors of Darkness The numbing blackness without cold or heat engulfs. I float in calm brackish decaying still waters offering no struggle. My lips taste its decomposing and dying matter. I should cough and gag on its foul disdainful taste. Swallowing without thought I do not relish nor disdain it. The raging river of inky waters flows around me. I find power in the rage that burns within my mind. My tongue lashes out with curses at its metallic flavor. I fight with inhuman strength against the relentless flood. Sinking again beneath the fury my mouth spews yet more obscenities. The stream of the unseen falls pours over my soggy soul. I fall sunken to my knees beneath its pelting lying flow. My lips taste the two hundred tears, I add to the deluge. I can taste no more my Aquarius upon my brine burned lips. Slowly, I fall to my lowest estate far from the banks of the Danube. The water flows through my fingers as I grasp trying to contain. I stand knee-deep in the still waters, sulfur burning my nostrils. My tongue refuses waters cupped in my hands as my lips convulse. I curl upon myself and submerge beneath as I flow into the black sea. Sleep below the breathless death brings no rest to my lost spirit.
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