Sep 22, 2014 22:31
A mound of hot rock hardens in the lifeless system.
Its slick non-shape glistens when it cools.
I glisten and shriek as my tendon coalesces in the oily water around you.
In the pocked surface, thickened jelly pools and finds a slim channel to muscle through.
The wet spore licks the spine with its eel tongue and enters the socket.
The tender center vents and begins to throb. The throbbing core boils. You rupture.
Moist odor materializes from the humid field forming globules.
The complex of tubules pump an aromatic dew.
Fluid vapors ooze from your yellow pore scalding the cusp.
In your vein valves I recognize the scent of rain.