It's been a while. Nothing new produced lately, but today I feel like unloading some compressed summer frenzy. Not that the summer is a summer. Its cornered, half-baked intentions and a rain drenched, wicked smile. Soon autumn will come to bring down the house.
Mistress! Mollify my momentary mischief and take my bones for drumsticks!
You see it, the chicken gumbo and the derelict whalebones.
You can touch it, taste it.
You and we can bring down the sun and centrifuge the sea in our gravitational pull.
Our tongues would crush diamonds.
In our wake, gods evaporate.
And so, my mistress, I await your command.
Take my intestines for scarf, my skin for coat.
My pale, peeling skin with teeth's tattoo.
Brake my sweat and fall in with my steps.
We shall witness the advent of miracles.
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