05 – Dead meat
(A smile on a skeletal tree)
I keep the pulse at zero
Waiting for the dead meat…
Sweet desecration.
And on every single house
The horrors gather around the table…
Weak children sharpening an incestuous smile…
Clean clothes and forced hands
Pushing through her open chest
Digesting all the poison and the sperm and dead meat
Singing loud upon a skeletal tree
leftovers of you dead life