• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 11
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end of the world in thirteen lines

what did you expect when you opened the jar
jam sweet sticky bribery for your desires
I have a carrot but it is not temptation
these latex gloves are so I do not soil my hands
I cannot bear to touch you when I use it like a stick
beat you with the unnatural shape this forced distortion
you inflict on all you grow how you dissolve
what was rich sky hills hedges fields seas merge
to blotches on a feathered landscape pollution bent
sunlight like the halo of a dead God brings no warmth
I am the chill in your bones the shiver stare
of your retribution look on your ghost
this is what you have released