Poem, Food, Guts, Horror, Not Actually Religion

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Dark Aphelion
February 1, 2025

at some point in the night
that old clam chowder
deconsecrated my guts
some unholy matrimony
of mercenaria mercenaria
and pure human incompetence
raising the bacterial dead

we are not safe here
my child, o my child
you must run

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