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Hot on a Rich Tail.

Trapped
in a bubble
hard as iron,
clear as glass,

beating fists
to a bloody pulp,
revealing bleach
white bones
hiding behind this feeble,
meaty masque.

I find swarms
of friendly parasites
that eagerly
eat me away, (tasting
sweet as honey
with promises of a dark
black chocolate soul
at the core

and my teeth
are gaining,
slicing, tearing,
fucking penetrating,

hot on its rich tail,
radiating
with something
you thirst
to own and sell).

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