I believe I am on the verge of a tangent of rewrites...
Being near rushing water in a sterilized place reminds me:
'Suctionland' (v.1)
The smell of lemon
prevails here in 'Suctionland' where three ringletted Mollies
have sacrificed their flesh to the 7 yellow, ice-cream basins.
Flesh is not peach but orange here, and when the little
boys put down their cans of acid pain and the grooves
in the cement are pressed against my little cheek I can feel
my eyes opening to the sting - but the taste is much better.
'Suctionland' are the Bold Markings
'Suctionland' is the white room
'Suctionland' is the endless shower, my flesh is smooth rubber and my hair is blond - the side of my thighs
shine like plastic.
A frightening drip from acid to polluted water has seen the lemon sirens flash through pitch.
In Suctionland this judgment is and open mouth - eaten by cartoon babble.
'Suctionland' (v.1)
The smell of lemon
prevails here in 'Suctionland' where three ringletted Mollies
have sacrificed their flesh to the 7 yellow, ice-cream basins.
Flesh is not peach but orange here, and when the little
boys put down their cans of acid pain and the grooves
in the cement are pressed against my little cheek I can feel
my eyes opening to the sting - but the taste is much better.
'Suctionland' are the Bold Markings
'Suctionland' is the white room
'Suctionland' is the endless shower, my flesh is smooth rubber and my hair is blond - the side of my thighs
shine like plastic.
A frightening drip from acid to polluted water has seen the lemon sirens flash through pitch.
In Suctionland this judgment is and open mouth - eaten by cartoon babble.