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Prophecy of the Unborn
Author: Cutterx
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Prophecy of the
Unborn
Eyeless silence cannot see blood-water
flooding time trapped within spiraled shadows--
Lye-laced kisses of blackness still linger
on these quivering lips, my body sliced
by midnight's razored tongue.
Unable to grasp the threads of unstitched
wounds unfurled from an iron-flammed moon,
the phantom child shall shatter like glass
into a thousand voids, and my womb
will bleed reflections of sand.
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Remains
Author: Cutterx
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Remains
Burning ocean tides
lash bodies entwined within a paralytic slumber dreamed
while drifting into the depths of black-doves fervently beating their wings
against half-mirrors shimmering silhouettes of being woven from moon-shadows
shaped by illusions of beasts clawing at the threshold of existence once
touched in a glacial consciousness frozen by my mind as it thrashes between
the labrynthed-walls of this shattered chimera--turning all that remains to
b o n e.
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The Quiet Hour
Author: Cutterx
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The Quiet Hour
Blood like serpentine dragons
spill silence across our eyes--
transfixed--
dissecting the echo of
our flesh still trembling
within the hollows of walls
swollen with sin consecrated
by seconds of unspoken death
winding--parasitic--
through our fragile insides.
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