Trigger Warning
he is nothingnow. with a
broken shadow between
his thighs, a swingin’ sorrow.
he is hollownow. he rattles in
the breeze, a subhuman calabash
spilling calamity on the shoulders
of the chaste… hate him. he is
haze. his Great Faith composed
of a flimsy fabric. he believes in
nothing but decaynow. himself. bacteriabody; a polluted penis,
an askewed skeet…
he is manless-minded. soulless. if
you see him, you should SHOUT! no;
if you see him, you must shoot to kill.
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(previously titled: conversations overheard at the wokest coffeeshop)
Strong, strong piece. Great job
Well done, my friend.