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Slight Of Pen
Tiled Casket

Division, the surge severs flesh at the skin
The formaldehyde ornaments hang from my ears
Opening cavity, this pleasured forthcoming

Ejaculated obscurity with pot roast basted insanity
The poison leaks from the fingertips, raw
The chaffed emancipation of the IV entanglement

Urine dribbles from this frothing loss of control
Spinning, twirling, these particle tubes dull the visions
Rafting through the rivers as each year's rain is performed

Molecular views to pinpoint each flawed reaction
A tapestry of scalpels, the artwork in realism
Belated my headstand, I won't see my coma toes

Frequently powdered into pasty, mush miracle
Kinetic circuitry talks in soap opera tongues
Premeditated shallows, I felt as the first cut hit bone