Hatchlings

His amber sword strikes the apex of my skull

The blade carves incisions into the crust

Violent tugs force wails from my bowels

I excrete a vomit of black puss

And flash swamp green teeth

As pincers thrust from hidden burrows.

 

The hollow tower begins to crumble

The swarm crawls within my flesh

And spreads visibly as skin peels

Bulging claws mired within it slither violently

As they feast upon my sin.

 

The End

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