Gory Glory Allegory
The flaming heavens drip downwards to scold my rotten hairs. My boots are drenched in the tar that is overflowing my world. I might be drowning soon in my own confidential nonconformist reality. My blackened eyes are the product of the array of drunken clouds that fill my skull. My monsters are hungry. I'm slowly being devoured. My rotting legs became distorted under the weight of my sunken dreams. Toes and fingers have curled in the midst of my putrid stench. Nails are torn off and the fleshy blood is steadily vacating. Deconstructed ribs are peeking through my brittle cooked flesh. Waist is twisted away from my molding spine. Arms are twisted four different unorthodox ways. My rearranged face is not recognized by my mother anymore. Mouth where my eyes should be. Ears slathered on my forehead. Maggot infested nose is positioned downside up. My out-of-place eyes smudged sideways and they are dripping. The smoldering lava burn streaks down my cheeks. Facial hair systematically spewing where it should not be. I'm covered in mountains of spewing puss. This is me in all my gory glory.
Copyright © Christian Fuller | Year Posted 2016
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