Transfer Trachea Reverberations From Point: False Omniscient

the whites of her eyes, porcelain. her voice so ambient as I release we loved her Once. in her mouth, in her mouth. she lives in the peripheral and listens. she kills in the peripheral and glory speaks her name glory cuts her face. We are drenched in sin. we are the infinite. Infinite. lost in abstract wounds drink from abstract wounds the whispers distract from the cutting. lost in abstract wounds drink from abstract wounds this small sense of pride. This can't be! no stop. NO STOP! Solvents soaked in her blood. Solvents soaked in her blood.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

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you, a concept. you, a beautiful idea. phosphorous oxidize skeletal. moths to the light. blind. drowned in pheromones. those servants of God Process repeat Sunspots. repeat. you. a flickering light. Stillborn child born dead. stillborn. stillborn. stillborn...

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Deep grey white noise. sterile thumbnails. float in tepid concrete pools where children drink Stark white numbers. bitter houseflies float in tepid concrete pools where burdens drink. remember it's over. surrender. It's over. in time laminate in time seeping transition starve here in faith starve here in vain (such thin chaste, mute, split and still.) carve when it's over cry when it's over cry all in time carve your name in. carve. cry.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

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Courtesy of blank intuition. This lattice is torn repeatedly frame by frame. by you. And within withering syncopation in time (totality) escaped: me. create me. a neoteric identity by you. Blistered, secreting everything into expansion from sin. forcibly redefined subdominant by you. by blinding modern marrow by you.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

don't breathe. salivate you sleeping blank space. don't breathe in the surrogate floral spectrum don't breathe just salivate on frozen organs. we'll kill a thousand times. Don't release starving orchids into this world. They'll die just like the last one. Again. they'll stare right in your eyes. it's all frozen and choking. when we're whispering and laughing. ...and so we stop. plural. literal. coldsweat. drenched in sanguine fluid and measured for infection.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025