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Something is living under my skin again Something learning my shape from the inside Fat little prophets Blind little kings Gnawing tunnels through the sweet meat until the cores collapsed like wet lungs. Under floorboards. Inside school walls. In the hot copper stink of train stations at night There’s a taste in everything now Metallic kindness Sweet rot in the mouth They breed flies in television static Raise maggots in radio towers Push their fingers through the soft skull of a starving town and call it guidance There’s a quiet industry inside the skull Tiny mouths working overtime Turning memory into compost Turning anger into compliance Another worm. Another sermon. Another mouth to crawl inside them.
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May 18
May 18, 2026 at 1:59 PM UTC
Radio Towers Full of Maggots
Something is living under my skin again Something learning my shape from the inside Fat little prophets Blind little kings Gnawing tunnels through the sweet meat until the cores collapsed like wet lungs. Under floorboards. Inside school walls. In the hot copper stink of train stations at night There’s a taste in everything now Metallic kindness Sweet rot in the mouth They breed flies in television static Raise maggots in radio towers Push their fingers through the soft skull of a starving town and call it guidance There’s a quiet industry inside the skull Tiny mouths working overtime Turning memory into compost Turning anger into compliance Another worm. Another sermon. Another mouth to crawl inside them.
I tried to do less rhymes. Not sure if it sounds great, but i do enjoy writing like this.
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A/Six Feet Under
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 1:59 PM UTC
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