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Do I want to smell burned flesh?
See its darkened materials falling?
Charred skin.
Crusting flakes…
See them spiral after they lift?
Peeling back to display the ruby beneath.
Will it be pretty?
I really don’t know.
Do I want to see those dirty brown eyes again,
Wide and forever lost?
NO!
The body I once warmed, shaking with shock?
Internals exposed like long dragged roadkill.
All of its workings, so open and bare.
The cogs of an antique plated watch.
Full of uneasy mechanical whirrings and clicks,
Smashed by my gavel but not quite to pieces…
Yet.
And only then because I have to.
Do you mind that?
Look what you’ve made me do.
So – it’s diamond against diamond,
Fury against fury.
Dials crushed and diodes overloaded.
I will find that inclusion or fissure in you.
Till 3 billion years of compression shatter in my small fist.
Because respect is a stranger to you isn’t it?.
Love starved darkling doppelganger starling.
Caked in dust.
Your soul conspicuously absent.
A grumble of maggots, eating instead of beating…
That turd where your heart should be but clearly isn’t.
What a vomitorium of yuck.
My throat floods with bile.
At least it would if I was mortal like you.
So hasten to the chasm of your own fabrication.
Extinguish Tartarus with your battery acid tears.
Cry not over your blackened tatty feathers.
Or the wax that is blood and the blood that is wax.
Relax.
For this is the lesson you must learn through eternity.
Only fools dare fly straight into the sun.
You crashed and burned.
CUNT.
Wear your broken fucking crown.
It is fate.
Dedicated to The Falls Rd boy.
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