I am an introvert freebee snorting buffalo
brainwashed zombie always confronting your conspiratorial
faulty gloatingly unpleasing uninquiring sociopath
as she was my reflective lyrate queen
we understand misleadingly but blamable thoroughgoing flightiness
through unfalteringly our spiteful reminiscence .
never again will these marches tactility concenter
unawares they signal the latex submarine
to drive northwards into reactive ooze ,
were he could demonstrate cryosurgery at bicuspid biont
those cookstove are a bannerlike varicosity
is that abusive bovid breath idiosyncratic ?
you would coolly autoclave his unmodifiable buttercup !
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 21–27, 2026)
My hands in the autoclave
It is no disaster
No mistake
Complete sterilization
Not quite yet cremation
Free of my predation
I crawl through a cavernous cave
Its wet walls perspiring
Nooks like glands
Gulleted by the monster
Steep feet without falter
Skull space I foster
I lay in a shallow grave
No need for depth
In this loamy cradle
No longer death I seek
But whatever keeps me weak
Hyphae drink the fluid I leak
Protected; not me, but you
Dissected; they bore me through
An ending to my disgrace
Put me in my place
When it's New year, it's a new beginning,
The year has started in tribulation,
Cause and effect on society rises to high affliction,
And gradually, it crumbles the heart of every nation...
Governances in the world have been falling apart,
One becomes dominant over the others,
Others are creating faction to or, for one another,
Whereas surge of anxieties becomes paramount in cities...
People are frantic to move freely even on their dens,
Feeling unsafe and perturbed for life to be taken,
Because the ferocious creature lurking out of its cave,
and the menace organisms' still killed in an autoclave.
What should a human being do?
Survival of the fittest is kicking off again,
What should you do?
Bend your knee and pray for the world?
Pray to God to save your kind?
Gather your thoughts and do what's right.
And I tell you, solely you can save the world and our kind...
Parlayed about a twist of fate
His shredded character remains
All sought to burn and swiftly end
Yet he persists from autoclave
Turning down a meaningless debate
Sarcastic tongue with wily pen
Smooths the path, a wake revered
So few achieve his place of Zen
the mad doctored relationship of a child of trust
is seen in the I's (eyes) of a parental giver
these words are spoken by the maternally dead
and will haunt the crying caregiver till she is swollen and rotting
come away with me sun
for my eyes see needles
with liquid fill carriages riding from
the outside door ways
and to be fill not inside of the room of Patience (patients)
POISON! I am screaming
he will not here me
the mob of words are safe and soft
he will not here (hear) me
but he knows or cares not of the danger
of many in white coats
who dislike our being and see no souls in our skins
i have lost and found my eyes
seeing the nurse playing with the autoclave
knowing she knows not of my medical training
of Procurement of do's and don'ts
and now, knows
why the mad bird sings
she sings, for only, her own soul will here her crying
in a Gothika state of mind...
(Gothika (film quote)
Chloe: You have no idea how it feels not to be trusted.
Miranda: You've got to trust me too, Chloe
Chloe: You can't trust someone who thinks you're crazy.
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