Tag: corpse
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Scooping out my royal guts
Downward the doctor’s hand Lancet’s direction A widening striation My eyes held wide, whiteredded Weeping in confination Buttons of my body opened Blood oceans out Breached peach of cut flesh Whales of my selves beaching Cells each whole and part Great things happened here once. Threaded back together empty Readied for cerecloth I begged them…
Alchemisland 