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Yellow skies in mutilation

Abortions neglected; unturned answers

Miscarried wombs

Rotting in the monsters you keep.

Scabbed churches burn

Stringed shadows remind.

Thin fingers press

The nothing in us

In the corners you violate

Buried in those already hanged.

The long hallways of past…

They are my keeper.

Dark graves beneath me.

The screaming rot---the ashen hang before me.

In every executioners’ eyes.

I am the blood on the axe.

Churn the inverted sun…

Without and unseen.

Clocks rest in the filth.

Aphotic flesh; old hags pressed in the prisms deep.

Gnashing where only hell may wander.