Mandible

Hemming in the cyclonic haw hurls me headlong into the storm to quake the lock within my jaw until my psyche seeks noble form. Spotlights bathe my despondent lurch like abandoned suns left forlorn without the worship of their church reborn with scorn each blessed mourn. The flames of mercy light my way to scorch my skin within my melt in fibrous pools of pure decay. Percussion known but never felt shifts vast pockets within the void to twirl thin plates along a slide subtly deployed before destroyed to hide the pride when cells divide. The magic wand projects a game to dazzle the mind in wonder while tearing through to earn acclaim plowing under human plunder. Only a hinge holds our dissent in check with hypnotic effect, wrangling consent in steep descent suspect to direct and collect our last lonely bone, now drooping in dejection for not jutting hostile with warranted snooping tongue cutting after rebutting.