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Stinking brine,
Burbling up
Slowly dissolving living flesh
And sweat soaked bodies.
Mind's oblivion forms crystalline teardrops
That cloister around its eyes
Burning white hot
Like a dwarf star.
Cradling it's tender,
Moist
Fingers around the throat
Of it's next victim.
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Another poem from that creative writng class, which I'll be dubbing "the hell class" from now on. Since I had the tendency to butt heads with the professor and write more abstract poems than he wanted, and his tendency to criticise too much how how I write, I created my own hell for the class. :-)
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