Husk

mm


A squall of blackened air
the breath of the restless comes forth,
driving through pale, alkaline skin.
Latching like a chaste of scathed silver iron
tearing, kneading, and suffocating.
Devouring.
Clawing toward an absent surface
within thick gloss liquescent
serene,
deep, vicious and welcoming.

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