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Illustration by @dariaesste
Hell
There are cracks in the street
They're going to swallow you
Into a deep
And cavernous wasteland
You're going to rip out your fingernails
Clinging to the surface
As you're pulled by your feet
And your joints crack
It's all black around you
Hot wet seeping down your calves
There's something sharp in the dark
And your eyes are dilated in futility
And it smells like an upturned grave
**Sniff** From the thirties
It stinks of austerity
And you're down to your last fingernail
Lubricated in the blood
of past compatriots
And you're wanting some love
But the only thing between your thighs right now
Somehow
Is your face
As you struggle and contort in pain
Blind and scared in the hot wet rain
There's something sharp in the dark
Hot and heavy now
Your bones are bloated and soaked in blood
..............
And you see red
..............
And you see black
...............
And you taste spiders
...............
And they're tasting you back
DONA
117 Launches
Part of the Life collection
Published on December 11, 2017
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