In all of Seventh Hell, a morbid hyper-natural habitat, human remnants live with sluggish plant life, sharing each other's parts in sub-animal thought and activity: with gull and boldness in one heap of an anomalous horticulture of turpitude, and iniquities. All parts being ennui: forked with ears, and tongues, Noses, thews, sways and boles; to an onlooker this world would be thaumaturgy, for its wondrous weirdness, beyond redemption. Inside this pocketed loamy uninterred furrow, in its oubliettes, devil like Dwarfs do their grafting of plant and corpse and even live human organisms, assembling fetus parts-sanguine-found in graves, purchased at practicums, clinics; suture one to another, amid repugnant odors, and ordure.
08-28-2019, 10:48 PM
Dwarfs Perdition (Eldritch & Eerie Poetry)
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