the seabed is littered with dead gaping mouths and everyone deserves to die

maybe a black mouth opening and closing usually you can see the gums the teeth lips stretching over them there’s nothing a gaping entrance to the void there are two stale muffins on the table one soaking in milk it’s been two hours now the room at the top of the stairs is growing louder and louder a piercing bellow drowning out all thoughts but it doesn’t i want to scream throw myself into it until my entire being is lost between the teeth the white black lacuna corn splitting from the cob a rotting banana an empty carton of milk my god, could life be any more boring? i caught a cold sneezed at the floor achoo achoo get well soon cards at my funeral loraclear on my casket dirt over grow me like a mushroom expanding into the root systems puffing into a bulbous fruit pick me and slice me but i trust only supermarket goods picked by mechanised beings fucking on an industrial conveyor belt modernity made physical look into the slaughterpens while you eat your steak barter your children for another shot of coffee hah hah hah, doesn’t affect me strutting your cash like an empty slot machine rigged to emote only with your colleagues while the television blares another thousand deaths fuck this shitty world consume me until there’s nothing left everyone’s a nihilist someone brought back a dozen breadloaves from the women’s refuge eat them before they go off turning our bodies pouring soap down the sink all the fishes scales rot away they slowly sink into the depths and line the seabed with teeth and ribs

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