Barter with scaled tongue.


Swallow the slippery fear,


sweltering like the sashays

of overheated koi. Useless

and breathless as old blood

boiling in kettle guts. Red.


They return to their jugular

origins. Roasted with their

eggshells. Drown or leave


out the urethra. Desperate.


Blue. Scavenge for oxygen

in empty intestines. Dead

bubbles. Fried, if not red.


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Hello, fellow bundle of nerves and flesh! I'm a simple little being who's half-poet, half-scientist, and all gelatinous chaos. Sort of like an illogical marshmallow. If you'd like to learn more, please seek out the "First Impressions" page. Thank you for the visit, bundle friend.

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