Ennic
@ennic
Beneath the ash-lidded eye of volcano dreams fire, tongue bright with venom. Smoke knots air into nooses greased with heat, and I drink its chokehold raw, gagging on prayer soft as embers gnawing through ribs nailed bright with grief.
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Tibod
@tibod
How do you bottle chaos and call it English?
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