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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.