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Chewing the root

I

become self-aware

naked,

nude before the moon.

The sweet wine that binds me tastes like ash.

A witch’s whisper pierces black haze.

Hypocrite

hex-caster

every dog its day

of castration

In a pregnant grave, I’ve learned to behave.

Meanwhile, her clay suitors crumble,

salt offspring sifts through her fingers.

She sits upon

a throne of phalluses

and taxes your prostate

What I throw to the altar will smoke out the heavens.