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This is the way your life ends,

on a slab in my basement.

Perplexed by your loss of limbs

and wondering where your face went.

Inside my den!

Random pieces of corpses hanging,

traces of boodshed and musculomanglings.

Osseous tissue, carpals and phalanges.

A reek so dense,

the steam that emanates

from your breath is evident.

Of condensed pheremones

excreted by death.

Post mortal flatulations,

tissue gas from fermentation.

Decrepit-corpus-exhalations,

writhing in putressence!

Oh, the agony!

Your lover caged atop my stove,

helplessly observing

your dismemberment.

Inhaling the fumes of

human methane with heat on high.

Simmering and cooked alive!

Life is hard as an anthropophage

in such conditions as this.

After infection sets in,

intact homeostasis by saline and plasma

spastically writhing in putridity.

Carefully placed slabs of concrete become a vice,

organs and fluids exit your mouth and eyes.

A complete peristalsis of the systems,

mucosal throbbing of every pleura.

Venous, serous,

menstrual-basted in pus.

In blood and pus we writhe!