Black spiderspindle limbo legs

And razor-lit jaws, smiling into the night

Carry you past hope or any vestige of peace.

Rough hands; drudge and buggery are forlorn conclusions at this point

Shuffled grabscatters, running, thrusting, crying. Flora.

Keeping us company through the long dark.


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