Loud Glass and Snapping Logs

No need to cry

The mountains of Himalayan salt

Will fizzle tongues – dead

Your voice box will grow strong

Through painfully vile and old stories


Cookie cutter expressionist

Slick color on me

I only recognize red velvet

Cake and black bruised apples


High frequencies fuck my brain stem

Boulders tumble down my spinal cord

Joints and tendons burn gray oil

As smells of rotted cow tongue steam out


Heavy metal screams

Push me with its sonic boom

The speed of sound muffles my voice

As I plummet down a flask of chlorine gas


Itches of a thousand leaves of poison ivy

Scrape and scratch my throat. My lungs

Crackle as I sink with charcoal eyes

My organs have been rendered useless

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