Pretators circle prey starved for purity
shrill hysteria burbles out of me
they can only ever find their own reflection
I am relaying the truth
Purity only lies in what’s already been putrefied
All one ever has to do is stretch their neck way out far and bend it back around to face the hole in their chest
Squint one eye to peer at their own fermentation
It’s simple but overlooked by cowardry
it would be arrogant to act like I just pulled this out of my ass
when i looked inside myself i was afraid at first but then wrapped in warmth and safety by the queen of ants.
beautiful, throbbing with regality.
she whispered this information to me gently
when i think of her an overwhelming sense of gratitude and relief washes over me in waves
she greets all earthly beings at the end of a rotation
She gives a toothy grin with glittering eyes
her scythe’s 2° arch matches our spinning cage where her foot is firmly propped
she wants to help release us from our cyclical incarceration
encourages us to pay her a visit before our next sentence
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