up and out the charnel stack

2015-04-02 23:46:23

i spat wine and black globs
became ash became ants streaming
out of toilets and pooling
around me:

a black mass glistening and
writhing like the alien from Alien,
threatening without hate.

oh frightening mass:
i consented to fuck you
but forbade you touch my feet.

tags: poem, original

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