Empty the Vessel Rancid bubbling hairless and zealous flesh coats the creatures body. Broken and mangled and hump backed churning with disgust it lives inside the tormented bodies of mankind. Using the twisted limbs to live through and breath their disgust and confinement of this entrapment they gaze through the tumbling world of lost and dark. Unaware of this body they inhabit as they grumble hunching over seething hunger through their pores. “Feed me” they demand. And we feed them with our bigotry and discontent or asleep and painful gazes stretching, leeching, outwards, grasping, we swoon with frowns and through our teeth we disguise their words and feed, and feed, the hunger that dwells in the aching belly. Blood. Wet. Dank. Swamp like creatures churning into their talons of grasping despair. Find the way out of my throat and beat these ashen legs to the core of the reeking earth. Overwhelming crouching fear breaths through the piercing eyes and fingers tickling the keys of this typewriter. They speak through me and I feel the yelps of satisfaction that embodiment of form reeks through this body that I too inhabit. Soul, spirit, man, creature, darkness, and light. We breath the same breath inescapable mess of contentment and fear. Be and breathe. And Feed me no more. The anger pains and breaks through the planets core and sends magnetic sparks of zapping gears to the bloodshot eyes, tired, dry, aching, old, abandoned, and lost. Find the way home to the market of flight as you chafe through the old mucous tunnels. Scrape and plummet down through the heavens you ghost. Dead. Deplore and grieve the shaggy wading façade and pierce the veil of meat of flesh and bone and let go of these retched old bags. Let them be free and return to the hobbled wolves of their nasty atmosphere. Lick their corpse with the tongue as they exit the body leaving us empty. Drain and bemoan.
Posted on: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 01:15:44 +0000
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