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Cornucopia Sarcoma I, II, III
I. Neck
Once more, the laryngeal judders
eject echoes formed for deception/
degradation like a manufactured
corruption for energy, a radiation
spawning carcinogenic mutations.
From the vent, corkscrews a char-
coal smoke. She coughs savagely.
Juice erupts from the throat, spilling/
tingling over dermal neck. An itch
germinates. Effortlessly, the surface
scrapes away. Under her fingernails
compile tidbits of gloppy substance.
The air is slapped as to bane a fruit
fly, but it returns with an army hidden
inside the vent. She hears her voice.
II. Womb
Her ovum is a tiny fruit situated
upon a splintering fence post.
At the bar, a smirking man buys
her an arrow, so she spreads her
thighs eagerly. The sound of oak
struck via musky/unfamiliar slings
is an oucry of pleasure. From her
mouth discharges a sweet-tasting
goop. Her head defies gravity.
Like a tumor, her belly inflates,
stretching the juice-soaked fabric.
Enraged, she digs fingernails into
the manifestation. Like gouging
putty, they sink. Audibly, the glob
bits slosh in between her fingers.
Like an itch that grows larger from
scratching, her neoplasm persists
in distention far past its season.
III. Deltoid
Inside emerges guilt -- a two-
some of quad-claws that missile
outward and slope into her
shoulders' myofibrils, suffusing
an accelerated bacteria.
Upon contraction, the fructose
glop spurts and drips to fore-
arms. The deltoids fade into
an atrophy/immobilization of will.
Spewing from the ceiling vent,
the fruit flies return. Spoiling
on the floor, a mangled fetus
ajars its close-to-unnoticeable
lips, releasing more. She thinks
to swap, but instead, her arms
droop -- a gesture, mortification.
