Facing forward, growing backwards.

Clockwise hunger

From the gaping mouth.

Of the blackening light and the veering soul.

Concussed conscience.

All the shimmering and whispering of a smouldering home and scything teeth.

And there you watch as my skin melts into its pores.

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